All literature is a footnote to Faust. I have no idea what I mean by that.

End production today. Wrap party as usual a little sad. Slow danced with Scarlett. Broke her toe. Not my fault. When she dipped me back, I stepped on it. Penélope [Cruz] and Javier [Bardem] anxious to work with me again. Said if I ever come up with another screenplay to try and find them. Goodbye drink with Rebecca [Hall]. Sentimental moment. Everyone in cast and crew chipped in and bought me a ballpoint pen.

The great question of philosophy remains: If life is meaningless, what can be done about alphabet soup?

I don't get depressed; I grow a tumor instead.

Skeptic that I was as an adolescent, I had recently come to believe in a Supreme Being after thumbing through a Victoria's Secret catalogue.

Cynicism is reality with an alternate spelling.

Believing would be easier if God would show himself by depositing a million dollars in a Swiss bank account in my name