It was a long time ago now. And it was yesterday.

The beginning is the word and the end is silence. And in between are all the stories.

As I watch, the sky fills with clouds of snow feathers from every kind of bird there ever was and even some that only exist in the imagination, like the bluebirds that fly over the rainbow.

If they would all sleep all the time she wouldn't mind being their mother.

If people believed in eternal damnation they might not be seizing the day quite so much.

Men had no purpose on earth whereas women were gods walking unrecognized among them.

The past is what you take with you.

Ethics are not necessarily to do with being law-abiding. I am very interested in the moral path, doing the right thing.

Ursula craved solitude but she hated loneliness, a conundrum that she couldn’t even begin to solve.

In the end, it is my belief, words are the only things that can construct a world that makes sense.

I spent four years doing a doctorate in postmodern American literature. I can recognize it when I see it.

circumstances and destiny together play role to our foundation

There nearly always is a method in madness.

A friend told me that teenage girls are always looking for someone to pin their dreams on. That doesn't make it any less weird though.

Hospice means end-of-life care. The admission ticket is a diagnosis from a doctor that you have six months or less to live.

The live show allows me to transcend myself, because it's not about me anymore. The writing process is very much about me but then the live show is not. They feel really different.

My wish is to bring my heroes to the big screen, and many of them have already appeared in my films.

Married life teaches one invaluable lesson: to think of things far enough ahead not to say them.

I realize how quickly lies compound. They cover like a coat of paint, one on top of the other, until you cannot remember what color you started with.

Once upon a time, the sky knew the weight of angel armies on the move, and the wind blew infernal with the fire of their wings.

In the digital economy, everything is archived, catalogued, readily available, and yet nothing really endures.