Life goes by so fast. It's really - and a lot of times things happen so fast you don't know - how should I react.

Besides all those whaling details, Moby Dick is about someone who's looking for something so huge, something they've wanted all their life, yet they know when they find it, it will kill them.

I realized why movie scores are mostly strings, because it really frees your eyes to look around.

People who were born alone are defined by feelings like "Who's gonna be with me when I die? Who will ever understand me? Will I always feel so alone? Maybe if I write a book..." and you forget that that doesn't help you so much.

Art is about paying attention.

There are plenty of ways you can play the game of fighting and really seem to be fighting without going for the jugular.

It's just such a great miracle when things do work, and they work for such a wild variety of crazy reasons.