She was nice. Nice is good.

You are what you love. Not what loves you.

I think of myself as a guy who tries to write screenplays and now has tried to direct one. Anything more than that is meaningless and it gets in the way of being a real human being.

I do like escapism. I like going to the movies on a Friday night and seeing something fun.

The only honest and generous thing for me to do is to give people myself. That's all I've got as an artist, so I want to do that in an unflinching way.

The passionate ones, the ones who go after what they want, may not get what they want, but they remain vital, in touch with themselves, and when they lie on their deathbeds, they have few regrets.

Everything I've written is personal - it's the only way I know how to write.

You and I share the same DNA. Is there anything more lonely than that?

Why do I fall in love with every woman I see that shows me the least bit of attention?

Clementine: This is it, Joel. It's going to be gone soon. Joel: I know. Clementine: What do we do? Joel: Enjoy it.

There are nearly thirteen million people in the world. None of those people is an extra. They're all the leads of their own stories. They have to be given their due.

It's impossible to go through life unscathed. Nor should you want to. By the hurts we accumulate, we measure both our follies and our accomplishments.

When the lyrical muse sings the creative pen dances.

Work and pray, live on hay, You'll get pie in the sky when you die.-Joe Hill, The Preacher and the Slave

The limits of freedom of expression is tautological: it ends at the point where it begins to affect the freedom of expression of others.

I spent a lot of my life schlepping around New York with people not doing things for me.

She eats grass. Don’t ask.

I wouldn't say that comedy brought me away from it.I think that my idea of faith was another obligation in my life.

Larry's zombie bag was a nearly virulent green with Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles on it. I was almost afraid to ask what his vampire bag looked like.

Words are the dress of thoughts; which should no more be presented in rags, tatters, and dirt than your person should.

I often have to write a hundred pages or more before there's a paragraph that's alive.