Things have been a mess for so many years that trying to pin down a starting point is like trying to figure out where your skin starts.

I wake up like this, this sense that I've somehow been transported to an alternate universe where my life took a left instead of a right beacuse of some seeemingly insignificant yet cosmically crucial choice I've made, about a girl or a kiss or a date or a job or which Starbucks I went into...something.

I've never been shot, but this probably what it feels like, that second of nothingness right before the pain catches up to the bullet.

We're all clichés, all following scripts that have been written and played out long before we landed the role.

It would be a terrible mistake to go through life thinking that people are the sum total of what you see.

Obviously it's easier when I' m doing the adapting myself. But my feeling is, your potential upside far outweighs the downside. Ultimately, they [moviemakers] can't change your book. Your book remains on the shelf the way you wrote it. If they make a great movie of your book, then you have the equivalent of millions and millions of dollars of advertising for your book. If the movie's not that good, that doesn't mean the book's not good. It doesn't change what you've already written. It has the potential to reach more people.

What it must feel like, I thought, to look at something, anything really, and know that it’s for the last time?