Books. I'd probably spend all my time alone and lost in books if I could. It's easier that way.

When in doubt, ingest carbs.

I wanted to talk to someone. But who? It’s moments like this, when you need someone the most, that your world seems smallest.

I can be a badass DJ when I want, but I am also an insufferable music snob.

It's bullshit to think of friendship and romance as being different. They're not. They're just variations of the same love. Variations of the same desire to be close.

I want to believe there is a somebody out there for me. I want to believe that I exist to be there for that somebody.

The reward is in the risk.

The handwriting was a girl’s. I mean, you can tell. That enchanted cursive.

Wherever I went, I was on the wrong end of the stampede.

Dumped doesn't even begin to describe it. If you're going to use a trash metaphor, incinerated is more like it.

One of the failures of cellular communication is that tiredness often comes across as sadness.

My lord was never sane, but he was my love, once. He always will be, somewhere. Wherever it is that the once upon a times go when they die.

Feeling for the first time what it meant to kick open doors that kept closing, no matter how many legends had already passed through.

But facts always convince, and another man's opinion rarely convinces.

Friends aren't any more important than breath or blood to a high school senior.

An inch of progress is worth more than a yard of complaint.

As a consumer of entertainment, as a director, I'm always interested in questions of identity and who someone is and how they're perceived and who they are versus who they thought they'd be.

Excuse me, are you the imprint of a departed soul?

If they would only do as he did and publish posthumously we should all be saved a lot of trouble.

I am large, I contain multitudes

The hardest thing is to get started, but the really hardest thing is to finish.