It's not the pain I'm afraid of; I know about the pain. What I'm afraid of is the end of this small, sweet dream.

I never have a thematic intention at the outset. The story informs the theme for me rather than the other way around. But as it happens... this is, at least to a degree, about getting old and the rapid passage of our lives.

The rope by which the great blocks of taxes are attached to any citizenry is simple loyalty.

Invitation to Dance- It’s a Dance. And sometimes they turn the lights off in this ballroom. But we’ll dance anyway, you and I. Even in the Dark. Especially in the Dark. May I have the pleasure?

I win, you win. You win, I win. The gun, I win. The fruit, you win. I win, you win.

It's been quite a while since I was really afraid that there was a boogeyman in my closet, although I am still very careful to keep my feet under the covers when I go to sleep, because the covers are magic, and if your feet are covered, it's like boogeyman Kryptonite.

What you don’t know, you can’t tell. Or made to tell.