I found myself compelled, like this weird, shameful compulsion to draw cute animals.

What year is it in your imagination?

The thing I call ‘my mind’ seems to be kind of like a landlord that doesn’t really know its tenants.

Remember how you used to be able to feel your bed breathing and the walls spinning when you were a kid?

You may be a lady but you are still the man!

Part of a horror movie has to be a bit fakey for me to really enjoy it. The new ones are so realistic that they distract me from the ride through the horror.

My goal on my bucket list is to write a romantic comedy movie.