Comfort is the enemy of the artist.

Memory works according to meaning, and when something is important to you, the Google in your brain brings it forward all of a sudden.

Using the stratagem of defining character by what changes and what remains the same, the one constant always seems to be regret. We are defined by the objects of our regret.

I think I started realizing I was losing my hair when I was in Illinois. And it was traumatic. It was not something I had figured on in my life.

I would not have so many scripts being driven by demographics. The play's the thing - not the 18-35 year old male age group.

Belief is a very peculiar thing: we tend to put more store in a belief we like than a fact we hate.

Comfort is the enemy of the artist.