I tend to like order in almost every other aspect of my life, but for me, the process of writing is really chaotic and decadent and indulgent.

There is your car and the open road, the fabled lure of random adventure. You stand at the verge, and you could become anything.

A conclusion is simply the place where you got tired of thinking.

The happiest I have ever been is in the life that I led with my wife and kids.

I knew I wanted to play around with genre-esque imagery, and the identity theft stuff came in the middle, when I was figuring out how the characters were connected to those images.

I think we're always in some ways writing to the teachers who gave us early love.

Maybe love, like suffering, is relative.

Identity issues are hardwired into the way I think about character - it's almost as if I can't get away from them even if I want to.

I've never been able to sleep very much, even when I was a kid. I used to hate being forced to lay in bed in the darkness, and just shifting in bed and staring at the shadows.

I like to sleep about four or five really solid hours at night, and then sometimes take a nap in the afternoon or early evening after dinner. I love naps.

Even when our death is imminent, we carry the image of ourselves moving forward, alive, into the future.

Careful, mother, or you could end up dangling in another's webs.

I would be lying if I didn't admit there might be a scene in the movie where there might be alcohol in my system.

The greatest acting really is spoken without words, or at least I like to think that.

For a couple of days after chemotherapy, food tastes really bland, even the best foods. I haven't been sick, but have been a little tired. I haven't lost any weight.

You should at all times be showing a well-motivated character overcoming obstacles in pursuit of a goal.

I never got to the point when I felt like running away from it all.

Complaisance renders a superior amiable, an equal agreeable, and an inferior acceptable.

The hardest thing about moving to California from Connecticut was just missing my family. If I went back, it would be just because I was homesick.

Safety lies in the middle course. [Lat., Medio tutissimus ibis.]

Speech is the twin of my vision, it is unequal to measure itself, it provokes me forever, it says sarcastically, Walt you contain enough, why don't you let it out then?