My characters aren't losers. They're rebels. They win by their refusal to play by everyone else's rules.

Nothing reinforces a professional relationship more than enjoying success with someone.

No matter what I have to say, I'm still trying to say it in comedic form.

I had a lot of fun working with John Candy. We had a pretty good rapport.

Acting is all about big hair and funny props... All the great actors knew it. Olivier knew it, Brando knew it.

If Chevy Chase had not been an actor, he might have been a very popular guy in advertising or whatever field he would have gone into, because of his charisma.

I always claim that the writer has done 90 percent of the director's work.

I collect spores, molds, and fungus.

I was the little guy who knew how to tie a necktie. It came from having absentee parents. They were tremendously loving and caring people who, by circumstance, had to go to work.

Never hit anyone in anger, unless you're absolutely sure you can get away with it.

Find the most talented person in the room and if it's not you, go stand next to him. Hang out with him. try to be helpful.

They’d have people out looking for her, and nothing makes grown-ups quite so mad as finding a child safe when they’d been scared silly that they might find that child dead.

For me, like, the more interesting a letter is I just get more excited and I know that this going to be great for my friends who are looking forward to reading that in my comic.

Some people think they are concentrating when they're merely worrying.

You know, people are saying, they don't understand, really, what I'm doing.

Sin is the Monster we love to deny. It is crouching at the door and it wants you, but you must overcome it.

When you have big dreams, you’re going to have big challenges. If you were an average person you would have average problems.

Orange and speckled and fluted nudibranchs slide gracefully over the rocks, their skirts waving like the dresses of Spanish dancers.

...treat people with understanding when you can, and fake it when you can't until you do understand.

In a great gasp, puts her head in her hands again and cries as if her throat were a cave, as if the howling winds came from her belly, she cries like a storm that will never end.

Hope, like the gleaming taper