When I'm scrambling between dress and air, there are people I like more than other people.

A guy comes home from college to find his mother sleeping with his uncle, and there's a ghost running around. Write it good, it's Hamlet; write it bad, it's Gilligan's Island.

Fatigue is your friend. Through exhaustion and through people just being so depleted, the stuff around the nerve endings gets worn away and other things begin to emerge and you take way bigger risks.

To me there's no creativity without boundaries. If you're gonna write a sonnet, it's 14 lines, so it's solving the problem within the container.

One advantage of getting older is knowing when to worry.

I can't concern myself with how viewers feel.

I don’t tweet for a very simple reason, which is that I drink.