But what if time worked the other way around?What if what his adolescent self had felt then was the ghost of his present one, sitting here on a sagging bench, beckoning him into his future?

As if it were possible for one person to care about another and still treat him or her like this.

And didn't time always slow, anyway, the closer you came to what you wanted?

There is no such thing as a perfect phrase, or a private language, and . . . time only runs the one way.

Some people think the real them is whoever they are when they're not around other people.

It's like Charlie's dreamed everything he lived through here.

Everything's always changing, Charlie. We become who we are. The mask melts into the face.

Three’s all you need to change the world. Look at the Bolsheviks, or the Jimi Hendrix Experience.

William, an artist is someone who combines a desperate need to be understood with the fiercest love of privacy-

No amount of art, even of the Great American variety, can elevate you above, or insulate you from, the divisions, the cataclysms, of ordinary life.

Reading it was like subletting a small apartment in someone else's head.

Stop talking about it and just WRITE!

Sometimes thinking is like talking to another person, but that person is also you.

Go on, ” he offered magnanimously. “Feel free to piss on yourselves andcower helplessly.”Gods, sometimes his generosity overwhelmed him.

The deepest of level of communication is not communication, but communion. It is wordless ... beyond speech ... beyond concept.

I've always felt that night doesn't fall. Night rises. There are these incidences in flying where you just sit there. It's one of the best seats in the house.

What I am proud of is I have searched for the best of me and I have been a team man without fail.

What's the trick to writing a genuinely funny comedy? The trick is therapy. Take notes.

He who acts, spoils; he who grasps, lets slip.

We are part of this universe; we are in this universe, but perhaps more important than both of those facts, is that the universe is in us.

Shooting a movie is the worst milieu for creative work ever devised by man.