I think movies do change people's hearts.

A whole film is just about arriving at a moment where you hopefully transfer some feeling to the audience.

I believe in what science fiction can do, which is it can set up simple rules that it has to follow to try to illuminate something about the present that is somewhat invisible to us.

One of my favorite stories growing up was 'A Wrinkle in Time'. I loved that book.

When I'm sitting writing, I know that something works if I've made myself cry, or laugh, or have a visceral emotion.

Human beings are flawed and complicated and messy.

I'm still a bit of a romantic and an idealist and hopelessly naive.

Writing so that I can act became a way of having not more control over my future but not having to wait for permission. You can choose yourself. Hmm, who should play this part? I nominate me!

Life and death and birth is this fantastic mystery that we cannot fully grasp.

I think what's so attractive about acting is that you get to live several lifetimes in one.

People go to the cinema to be moved; they wanna laugh, they wanna cry, they wanna feel something deeply, especially if they're not feeling deeply in their own lives.

One must always account for the vagaries of truth.

I just want you to know that I love you with everything I am—a million times a million and to the moon and back.

Live in the present. Tomorrow is a puzzle you can only solve with the answers you find today.

It's easy to diet or get off a diet when you've got a juicy role to play.

Some people need a theology of an angry God to justify their anger against sinners.

Most people search high and wide for the key to success. If they only knew, the key to their dreams lies within.

Youth has a quickness of apprehension, which it is very apt to mistake for an acuteness of penetration.

Usually when Obama says, 'Let me be clear,' he's about to get into some very unclear sh*t.

The demon had trouble remembering what she was doing, but she was powerful, sort of the crazy Wendy of the lost lord-of-the-flies boys.

Rilla's heart skipped a beat — or, if that be a physiological impossibility, she thought it did.