She's half mad and three parts drunk.

Do we change every time we have a new encounter? Are we endlessly mutable? I think these are fascinating questions: it's a rich vein to tap, and I don't think I have exhausted it fully yet.

To live as an artist requires hard work or some extraordinary good fortune to come your way.

In some ways, you could argue, television is doing far more interesting work than the movies. It's more fulfilling.

There are things in life we don't understand, and when we meet them, all we can do is let them alone.

We never love anyone. Not really. We only love our idea of another person. It is some conception of our own that we love. We love ourselves, in fact.

I tend to admire dead people more than the living. All too often, human reality diminishes the glowing reputation.