I sort of knew very early on that I wanted to be a writer. Even in high school, I was a big movie buff, very much into TV shows, and would critique them.

You can talk all day long, but if you don't do something, it's a waste.

My brand is good storytelling. I really want [my company] Hillman Grad Productions to be associated with great stories, interesting characters; things that are three-dimensional and feel honest.

The only way you really see change is by helping to create it.

Your first obligation as a writer is to tell the truth and to tell a good story.

I'm not in the business of making us look clean, but I don't want us to look like monsters either. I think there is a little bit of hero and villain in all of us.

I never like to do something that it feels like I've done before.

I always want to challenge myself as a writer. I consider myself more of a writer than I do a director.

I don’t wish for more time. I wish for more courage to live freely right now.

My mother inspired me to treat others as I would want to be treated regardless of age, race or financial status.

But my experience is that people who have been through painful, difficult times are filled with compassion.

Because I was promoted as a sort of a siren and played all those sexy broads, people made the mistake of thinking I was like that off the screen. They couldn't have been more wrong

Take care of all your memories. For you cannot relive them.

We should start being intolerant to those who are intolerant to us. This is not modern logic, this is not extreme, this is common sense.

Either I'll never get rich from the show but remain intensely proud of the work and stand behind every second of it, or it catches on and I'll make my money down the road.

I love America. I think it's the best country in the world. But I also think we're not tending to our sauce.

Every human being has a work to carry on within, duties to perform abroad, influence to exert, which are peculiarly his, and which no conscience but his own can teach.

The Brightness of her cheek would shame those stars as daylight doth a lamp; her eyes in heaven would through the airy region stream so bright that birds would sing, and think it were not night.