This is what a place like this does to you. It makes you put words in the beaks of chickens.

...eyes that, like those of children, look at an eternal present without forgiveness.

If you mould yourself according to time and let yourself flow with the changingcircumstances, see, what you will soon transform into.

Patch wasn't the kind of guy mothers smiled on. He was the kind of guy they changed the house locks for.

I don't believe in writer's block. I don't know what that is. There are just certain little areas that I know I'm going to get through. It's just a matter of finding a way.

This is a debate about our understanding of human dignity, what it means to be a member of the human family, even though tiny, powerless and unwanted

Modesty is a learned affectation. And as soon as life slams the modest person against the wall, that modesty drops.

If I spend a year and a half writing a script, the first year will be outlining in notebooks. It's just the way I work, definitely not necessarily the best way.

Control your thoughts and you control your circumstance.

I'm not the one calling Trumpists the equivalent of a cult. The Drive-Bys, some of them do, as a means of not having to deal with you seriously.

We can't all do everything.