With him everything is a test, affection is measured, that given weighed against that which has been received, and the balance, more often than not, disappointing him.

It's so difficult, isn't it? To see what's going on when you're in the absolute middle of something? It's only with hindsight we can see things for what they are.

I closed my eyes and abandoned myself to my grief. It felt better, somehow, to be helpless. I didn't feel ashamed.

I want him to be happy. And I want you to be happy, too. Even if you can only find that happiness without me.

I wish I hadn't. I wish I'd fought for you. I was weak and stupid.

Thoughts race, as if, in a mind devoid of memory, each idea has too much space to grow and move, to collide with others in a shower of sparks before spinning off into its own distance.

What are we, if not an accumulation of our memories?

There are memories I am better off without. Things better lost forever.

People who don’t have patience don’t achieve anything in life.

Some humans are so consumed with trying to control the outcomes of their own lives that they don’t have any idea the part they play in the outcome of someone else’s.

I think we have to make our own rules. I don't think we should live our lives in relationships based off of old traditions that don't suit our world any longer.

Chile could work as a double for L.A.; it's very production-friendly and there's terrific talent down there.

I like showing the gritty truthful dark side of humanity.

In this country, the only way a minority can get anything done is to make a little noise.

Finally you begin to make your mistakes on the highest level-let's say the upper slopes of slippery Parnassus-and it's at that point you need coaching.

We all screw up. Everyone makes mistakes. That’s what she did. It was bad judgment, that’s all. You don’t cut off the people you love for mistakes like that.

David is the show. There are other writers, but it's David's vision.