I get attached to things: I wear the same jeans for a year.

If it was never new and it never gets old, then it's a folk song

The hardest things to do in any art is to risk failure and put yourself out on the line.

I think that's why often people in creative fields can feel so alone is because there's a constant third eye, that constant watcher.

A movie set is like a petri dish for neuroses, you know? It's just, like, egos and weird personalities and, more than anything, fear.

I think it's good to be a little more fearless in saying what you feel. In not being scared of the repercussions of that.

I like being like a chameleon who transforms himself with each role.

I'm definitely someone that's private. I've never been interested in celebrity.

To be able to shut off your emotions drastically, I think that the only way you can do that is if you have some of sociopathic qualities.

Coen brothers movies are not always what life looks like but it's definitely what life feels like.

I've written a lot of music, so to be able to put that together and play some shows around the country and elsewhere - that would really be a fun thing to do.

And in such bliss does devastation grow.

Joblessness is a rare privilege

Do all you have agreed to do, and do not encroach on other persons or their property.

So many days in their shared life. So many experiences. How had they managed to spend the previous sixteen years unlearning each other? How had all the presence summed to disappearance?

Worse than not realizing the dreams of your youth, would be to have been young and never dreamed at all.

The only consent hinge in life is that everyhin is changing. And that's a little scary, but it means that hints can't be bad or hard forever.

Happiness is when you love who you are and you are able to accept yourself and others.

I don't like [Bashir] Assad at all. But Assad is killing ISIS. Russia is killing ISIS.

She smiled as sweetly as a show poster for the glorified, all-American Ziegfeld girl just before dumping her second cigarette into Wally’s fresh cup of coffee.

Life is a whoopee cushion, a chair pulled away just as you were taking a seat.