I think a tragedy is something where the natural order of things is completely interrupted and doesn't right itself.

I don't love you anymore. Goodbye.

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.

Everything is a version of something else.

I don't want to lie. I can't tell the truth. So it's over.

I think you owe me something for deceiving me so exquisitely.

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