It really shocks me when I encounter people who think kindness doesn't matter. Because I think it's pretty much the only thing that matters.

Kindness is not about instant gratification. More often, it's akin to a low-risk investment that appreciates steadily over time.

All of the things I used to obsess over, I'm no longer as obsessed with. I have new concerns but they're a little more existential or cosmic.

The reflexive allergy to L.A. that a lot of New Yorkers have, I feel like it's kind of nonsense.

I actually have a thing about proper nouns. They clang on my ear in a weird way when I hear them dropped into movies.

There's something melancholy about professors because they're chronically abandoned. They form these lovely relationships with students and then the students leave and the professors stay the same. It's like they're chronically abandoned.

There's something touching about a kid who's reading a book that's printed on actual paper. I think that anything that kids start reading, within reason, can lead to other discoveries.