It shocks me how I wish for...what is lost and cannot come back.

I now understand that writing fiction was a seed planted in my soul, though I would not be ready to grow that seed for a long time.

I wonder if that's the perennial story of writers: you find the true light, you lose the true light, you find it again. And maybe again.

Write in the morning, revise in the afternoon, read at night, and spend the rest of your time exercising your diplomacy, stealth, and charm.

Never in our silent moments of illusion do we sense the dark parallel that lives next to us. Nor do we suspect the carrier.

As a filmmaker, deep blacks are essential, and in my experience, no technology captures those attributes as well as Plasma.

Perhaps the most difficult thing is shooting scenes set 6,000 feet up in the mountains of Mexico.

Ya know, if you treat every comic the way you treated me tonight, you would never see a bad show.

In writing, you discover interior sonorities in words. Dipthongs sound differently beneath the pen. One hears them with their sounds divorced.

I've always been motivated to be a champion since the age of 13 and I love being a winner.

Here was a monument, in fieldstone, to the art of family life.

I just want to make everyone happy.

People of genius do not excel in any profession because they work in it, they work in it because they excel.