Do I listen to pop music because I'm miserable or am I miserable because listen to pop music?

The more you expose yourself as a celebrity, the less interesting you are to watch in your work, because if you're putting yourself out there all the time, you're not holding anything back.

Being on a movie set is like one long financial crisis.

Hitler was so modern, in that he was obsessed with being famous. He was caught up with this rush to be have achieved greatness before turning 30.

Texas women have an amazing sense of purpose when they lose it. They're the best girls in the world - they're loyal and fun, but when they get mad, they'll try to kill you.

I've seen the people who talk about their love lives in print invariably have doomed relationships with the person they're talking about.

A lot of people are not meant to be together.

I force people to have coffee with me, just because I don't trust that a friendship can be maintained without any other senses besides a computer or cellphone screen.

Maybe the absence of signs is a sign.

I have a bit of a rebellious nature.

Good actors can sort of see into people and immediately you have a chemistry with them or not. It's like an affair with no mess.

To think critically, it is first maturing and distancing a bit from self, no matter what level one lives on Maslow’s hierarchy of needs.

Most of the people are nice to live with, but not to do business with!

The content of most textbooks is perishable, but the tools of self-directedness serve one well over time.

Ryan Gosling. He was a good kid, good actor. I like him very much. What was the name of the movie? I've forgotten it. Fracture.

What one skill, if you developed it, could have the greatest positive impact on your career? This is the key to your future.

I don't wish to brag, but I'm very intelligent.

A forest of all manner of trees is poor, if not disagreeable, in effect; a mass of one species of tree is sublime.

But the adjectives change,” said Jimmy. “Nothing’s worse than last year’s adjectives.

The day we stop dreaming is the day we start dying.

This place of mine never is entered by humans come for conversation, only by the mute moon's light shafts that slip in between the trees.