I am not a scientist, but I don't need to be.

Sometimes I wonder will God ever forgive us for what we've done to each other? Then I look around and I realize God left this place a long time ago.

It's a weird feeling when people are defining you, and you haven't even defined yourself.

The Gatsby that I remember reading when I was 15 years old in junior high school was far different from the Gatsby I read as an adult.

Kate Winslet also happens to be one of my close friends who I goof off with like crazy. It was a reunion of two people who, I guess, are a little bit older, a tiny bit wiser but ultimately were the same as they were when they were 21.

To play a repressed gay man, I had to explore what life was like in an era of sexual repression.

Subconscious is motivated by emotion, right? Not reason.