Every reiteration of the idea that nothing matters debases the human spirit.

Films have degenerated to their original operation as carnival amusement - they offer not drama but thrills.

The Oscars demonstrate the will of the people to control and judge those they have elected to stand above them (much, perhaps, as in bygone days, an election celebrated the same).

Every scene should be able to answer three questions: "Who wants what from whom? What happens if they don't get it? Why now?"

When the three branches of government have failed to represent the citizenry and the mass of the media has failed to represent the citizenry, then the citizenry better represent the citizenry.

Forget narrative, backstory, characterisation, exposition, all of that. Just make the audience want to know what happens next.

It is the writer’s job to make the play interesting. It is the actor’s job to make the performance truthful.

Opportunity may knock, but it seldom nags.

We must have a pie. Stress cannot exist in the presence of a pie.

People may or may not say what they mean... but they always say something designed to get what they want.

Being a writer in Hollywood is like going to Hitler's Eagle Nest with a great idea for a bar mitzvah.

True progress happens slowly, unnoticeable, like a flower blooms slowly and silently.

I Am One, Let Me Become Many. .. PSJ

While we are focusing on fear, worry, or hate, it is not possible for us to be experiencing happiness, enthusiasm or love.

There's always room for improvement. I incorporate the lessons I learned from my mistakes and move forward.

Lacanian theory must be understood as a kind of “slave morality.

I woke up one morning and realized that what I wanted to say to everyone - children, young people, adults - was: Read for your life.

You [meaning mothers] said good-bye a little every day -- from the minute they left your body until they left your home.

A story about family, first loves, second chances, and the moments in life that leads you back home

I think of New York as a puree and the rest of the United States as vegetable soup.

In books lies the soul of the whole Past Time; the articulate audible voice of the Past, when the body and material substance of it has altogether vanished like a dream.