I like the varying rhythm of being a writer that you have a period of being in complete isolation where it's just you and the book and your screenplay and no-one can read it.

When I look back I can't believe I was so stupid as to direct Dealer's Choice.

Thank God life ends—we'd never survive it. From Big Bang to weary shag, the history of the world. Our flesh is ferocious...our bodies will kill us...our bones will outlive us.

When you're in your early 20s your love life seems to explode every 20 minutes or so. By the time you've reached your thirties, it is every five or ten years.

Where is this love? I can't see it, I can't touch it. I can't feel it. I can hear it. I can hear some words, but I can't do anything with your easy words

Alice: I don’t love you anymore. Goodbye. Dan: Since when? Alice: Now. Just now.

I'm constantly having to be vigilant with a depressive tendency, an addictive tendency.