I am your opus.

I lean to you, numb as a fossil. Tell me I'm here.

I am terrified by this dark thing that sleeps in me.

The night sky is only a sort of carbon paper, Blueblack, with the much-poked periods of starsLetting in the light, peephole after peephole--- A bonewhite light, like death, behind all things.

Not easy to state the change you made.If I'm alive now, I was dead, Though, like a stone, unbothered by it.

I dreamed that you bewitched me into bedAnd sung me moon-struck, kissed me quite insane.(I think I made you up inside my head.)

Wind warns November’s done with. The blown leaves make bat-shapes, Web-winged and furious.

We should all live as though someone is writing a book about us.

Money can't buy friends but you can get a better class of enemy.

The most animated talks we have are about...things

Never economize on luxuries.

There's something about being there, on the set, in costume, in the moment, where you start to get a feel for the scene, which is not the same as sitting in your office writing it.

We need myths to get by. We need story; otherwise the tremendous randomness of experience overwhelms us. Story is what penetrates.

The less literate are the first to fail and drop out of school.

Although none of the rules for becoming more alive is valid, it is healthy to keep on formulating them.

By the end of his career, he [Steve Jobs] has proven that he can do the impossible, and he has gathered probably the most loyal team of eight players of any business in America.

For real, some of my favorite music is Mexican. It's something about the bassline and the drumming. I can't even speak Spanish, but that's probably why I like it so much.