When I was fifteen, a dark shape came into my room at night. It was dark, but it glowed, which is the first of many facts you will have to tackle with your imagination. It wasn't in the shape of a person, but right away I knew it was like a person in every way except for how it looked. As it turns out, our looks are not the main thing that makes us human.

I don't think I'm more of a screenwriter than I am a fiction writer. I'm more of a reader than a film-watcher, so I imagine that I'm not approaching fiction or films in a particularly cinematic way.

My earliest memory is aged three, seeing sunlight on water and feeling it was really magical.

I'm not a cinephile. My films don't reference films. I'm more interested in rhythm and feeling.

Maybe that's why people take pictures of themselves, to avoid being described.

I wish there were a class where we could just keep going around the circle. around and around, until we had finally said everything about ourselves.

Most of life is offline, and I think it always will be; eating and aching and sleeping and loving happen in the body. But it's not impossible to imagine losing my appetite for those things; they aren't always easy, and they take so much time. In twenty years I'd be interviewing air and water and heat just to remember they mattered.