When you get back into the editing suite in the cold light of day, the written stuff is better.

People have let me down in the past. I've loved something, and it's become a disgrace. I'd rather start again.

I think sometimes you get given a good pile of goodwill, and it's whether you use it up in the first six months or spread it out over a career.

The simple fact is, offense is taken, not given.

I no longer needed a reason for my existence, just a reason to live. And imagination, free will, love, humor, fun, music, sports, beer, and pizza are all good enough reasons for living. But living an honest life - for that you need the truth.

You try to make characters you care about, and I think realism helps. Even though this is a high concept, the characters have got to be real.

Mondays are fine. It's your life that sucks