You crawled inside myribs to die. Giant becomes squirrelbecomes a dirt-wet girlfeverishly alive.

It's my choice to be beautiful. It's my choice to be ugly. And it's my choice to decided what those words actually mean.

Cut lose your ties with expectation. Your dreams are charlatans, your memories, stalemating quarks. Listen only to the pull of your atoms and follow the discordant hum of your personal entropy.

I like my thingshurried and haunted. Night teadarktime. Sacred geometry, secret geometrypetal-flame whisper: I am here, and you aren't.

My mind: a thousand hungry daughters, my harlot heritage.Marbles: lost, no rescue search.Your heart: blooming thorns, and a stolen grocery cart.

You were, arecactus tourism. meeting you: granularfractals borrowed from oceans.

when you look up to the stars and there's that little shred of hope, that little ounce of desire, that your special someone is looking up the same time you are.

What if I forgave myself even though I'd done something I shouldn't have?

You are blessed doublee if you are in love...

I always argued against the auteur theory; films are a collaborative art form. I've had some fantastically good people help me make the movies.

I've found that balance is key. I'm no longer an extremist in any one direction.

He that desires to print a book, should much more desire, to be a book.

There are so many people that don't believe in themselves and don't have faith.

Sooner or later, all the peoples of the world will have to discover a way to live together in peace, and thereby transform this pending cosmic elegy into a creative psalm of brotherhood.

Part of acting is always just being available emotionally and open to people.

I identify with the characters very closely. At the same time that I'm outside, writing, I'm also inside, experiencing, and it can be very unsettling.