I eat 'The Walking Dead' like its made of brains. Can't even watch the show, I love the book so much.

Everything has been for the [President] election for the last couple of months. Since the Democratic National Convention, it's been a dead run to get out as much content as possible and do as much as possible. Then, I go back to writing the screenplay I was working on, which is an original piece - a period piece that I will hopefully finish a couple of months after that, and hopefully I can convince some unsuspecting fool studio to buy.

'The Sixth Sense' is fine the second time around, but honestly, the first time around, it's dazzling.

The world is scary, and things are overwhelming, and there's a lot at stake.

Write it. Shoot it. Publish it. Crochet it, sauté it, whatever. MAKE.

I did my English A level in England, and we studied Shakespeare. I had great, great high school teachers, and we parsed the text within an inch of its life.

Passion... it lies in all of us. Sleeping, waiting, and though unwanted, unbidden, it will stir, open its jaws, and howl. It speaks to us, guides us... passion rules us all. And we obey. What other choice do we have?