Everybody's a bird, locked up in a pretty cage. Sometimes you fly to a slightly bigger one, but you never quite have the courage to abandon captivity completely.

I like being able to do anything. I think that's healthy, doing anything and everything, rather than just getting completely obsessed with one particular genre or particular kind of work.

The filmmakers I really love are the ones that let me look through their eyes for a while. They have an aesthetic and social point of view.

Pride in what and who you are is a strong foundation, but don't be defined by your oppression; use your anger, don't let it use you.

I love the silent era because you can see the rules being written, the grammar of film being created. Most of my films are in some way love letters to the silent era.

I don't want to get pigeonholed just doing just family films and fantasy films... I don't really want to get pigeonholed just doing anything in particular.

Oh, sheep. I've lost all my sobbing colours.

Bruises from a friend are better than kisses from an enemy.

Lake Pend Oreille is definitely my favorite place to be while in Sandpoint. I love to get out on a boat to enjoy water sports, camping, fishing, or just to relax and catch a sunset.

What world lies beyond that stormy sea I do not know, but every ocean has a distant shore, and I shall reach it.

You wake up in the morning; what do you want to know? You want to know what happened overnight. You want to know if you're safe. You want to know if you're family's safe.

My favorite thing to do is transform. The further the character is away from me the more I enjoy it.

History knows no greater display of courage than that shown by the people of the Soviet Union.

I try to be original in every piece of music I do, and of course I probably fail every time.

I write songs about my own experiences. You can't lie to yourself. You can't pose to yourself.

If you can't invent the future, the next best thing is to fund it.

That’s it?” Jason asked. “You spent an hour talking about how lucky you were to be dying?” No, not dying, Son. Living.