Misinterpretation leads me to inspiration and creativity because I think my brain is trying to figure out some information that I'm confused about.

All these gadgets, the phone and the computer, they expose the inside of your brain in a way that's bad.

Every great idea is on the verge of being stupid.

Orange is an underrated color, it's the second most underrated color after yellow.

Of course, from time to time, I want to do everything myself and be more involved on my own with the creative process. But I don't mind the collaboration at all.

In my opinion, it's more interesting to see magic happening in a world that feels grounded. If the world is already crazy, then anything can happen. So it's better to start with something real.

I'm not against the technology at all, I just don't like to use it if it's just to mimic what you can do with traditional methods.

I would define myself as being naive and perverse at the same time. And I think that if that is consistent it will make the tone consistent.

When people are very original, sometimes they are original as a way to resist the mainstream.

I like the days when all the filmmakers had was a film roll, a camera and a gangster. The Mack Sennett comedies were all like that. They'd create little teams to go out and shoot films.

The MTV Video Awards were never about the video, but about the song. Most of the time it was just to glorify people for the wrong reason.

Self-appraisals are influenced by evaluative reactions of others.

Speech is external thought, and thought internal speech.

When public access to voting is impaired or when public confidence in voting is diluted, democracy suffers and our freedom is less secure.

The house of fiction has in short not one window, but a million, ... but they are, singly, as nothing without the posted presence of the watcher.

I kept on going and I overcame my fears and got over my insecurities.

Men of simple understanding, little inquisitive and little instructed, make good Christians.

I like living in one room and have never known what people do with the room they are not in.

The sin of pride is the sin of sins; in which all subsequent sins are included, as in their germ; they are but the unfolding of this one.

The one man in the room who was as big as his poems, huge, with hulk and dynamic chunks of words.

The silence of a friend commonly amounts to treachery. His not daring to say anything in our behalf implies a tacit censure.