Identity issues are hardwired into the way I think about character - it's almost as if I can't get away from them even if I want to.

There is your car and the open road, the fabled lure of random adventure. You stand at the verge, and you could become anything.

A conclusion is simply the place where you got tired of thinking.

The happiest I have ever been is in the life that I led with my wife and kids.

I knew I wanted to play around with genre-esque imagery, and the identity theft stuff came in the middle, when I was figuring out how the characters were connected to those images.

I think we're always in some ways writing to the teachers who gave us early love.

Maybe love, like suffering, is relative.

I've never been able to sleep very much, even when I was a kid. I used to hate being forced to lay in bed in the darkness, and just shifting in bed and staring at the shadows.

I like to sleep about four or five really solid hours at night, and then sometimes take a nap in the afternoon or early evening after dinner. I love naps.

Even when our death is imminent, we carry the image of ourselves moving forward, alive, into the future.

It had occurred to him that if the undead don't realize that they are dead, he might easily be one of them himself.

My music is so often like a lullaby I write to myself to make sense of things I can't tie together, or things I've lost, or things I'll never have.

It could just be a shift on the axis.

What I promise to my actors, and to my director, is to give them the salary and everything they need.

But it's not about knowing. It is simply about going forward.

Law must be viewed as a formless mass of isolated decisions.

Like some kind of particularly tenacious vampire the short story refuses to die, and seems at this point in time to be a wonderful length for our generation.

So I've worked really hard, because nothing ever came easily to me.

Everything you've learned in school as "obvious" becomes less and less obvious as you begin to study the universe.

A little fact is worth a whole limbo of dreams.

Delay is preferable to error.