I feel like my home is stage acting.

I'm a huge fan of basically anything written about complicated, contradictory women. I'm drawn to them really quickly.

I have a real aversion to sentimentality, but I also really want to write about love and friendship.

Actually, my worst nightmare is losing my best friend, as I imagine most people's are.

I suppose every time [something bad happens], I have that instinct to make that joke that distracts.

I've always wanted to work for, like, "Assume your audience is cleverer than you," rather than the other way around.

I think a lot of time, I'm just writing my worst fears.

I'm constantly on the brink of tears in conversation about things that happen to people.

I know actors who say acting is acting, but I love the live-ness of an audience. I love feeling the energy of a room and allowing them to sort of teach you how to do it better.

Nations, as well as men, almost always betray the most prominent features of their future destiny in their earliest years.

I realise that a certain school of thought says that who we are is something we construct for ourselves. We build our self out of what we think we remember.

We live in a time where government is not a leadership thing, it's more a business that's out there and running riot, so I guess the people have to go out there and say stuff.

Imagination is vital to precautionary judgement.

There are so many more productive things to do than sit around feeling shame and guilt. Beyond touching on shame and guilt in a perfunctory manner, I wouldn't bother with that at all.

Locally lived hip-hop culture that is giving many of America's youth the tool they need to survive and thrive in America, in the face of public policy that have written too many young people off.

The police stopped me when I was out in my car. They told me it was a spot check. I admitted to two pimples and a boil.

I think good art, if I could be pretentious enough to say, I think good art deals with the micro to explain the macro.

I can't bear shopping. I can choose clothes for my characters, but not for myself. I've got no dress sense. Or I've lost it.

Misery loves company, and madness calls it forth.