What are we doing, burying bodies?" Admittedly, this would be a lace to do it. Isolated, off any main roads."Nope. We're going to war.

Chance likes to ride in back, standing up at red lights and pounding on the roof in (what he insists is) Morse code. We won't mention that to Dad.

Rescue operation, " he says, breathless. "Saved Barbie from drowning.

My past is everything I failed to be.

Come! our world is done:For all the witchery of the world is fled, And lost all wanton wisdom long since won.

Rain, hold me in your glassy arms—cover me in wet kisses

-There must be balance. Action and reaction. Chaos and order. Death and life.

The click [of a light switch] is the modern triumphal clarion proceeding us through life, announcing our entry into every lightless room.

I feel like a visitor just about everywhere.

Preparation is the be-all of good trial work. Everything else - felicity of expression, improvisational brilliance - is a satellite around the sun. Thorough preparation is that sun.

I don't think of color, I think that anyone wants a master of their skill and be successful knows no color.

Love brings freedom. Loyalty brings slavery.

I want to make movies that I want to see, and what I miss and I'm not seeing.