People are most vociferously opposed to those forces they have to resist more fiercely within themselves.

This is one reason people need to believe in God—because we want someone to know us, truly, all the way through, even the worst of us.

Often you don’t know whether you’re the hero of a romantic comedy or the villain on a Lifetime special until the restraining order arrives.

I wish I could recommend the experience of not being killed to everyone.

Let me propose that if your beliefs or convictions matter more to you than people—if they require you to act as though you were a worse person than you are—you may have lost perspective.

If you manage to make it to some semblance of adulthood, just showing up turns out to be one of the kindest, most selfless things you can do for someone.

What dooms our best efforts to cultivate empathy and compassion is always, of course, other people.

The truth is, there are not two kinds of people. There's only one: the kind that loves to divide up into gangs who hate each other's guts.

Let me propose that if your beliefs or convictions matter more to you than people - if they require you to act as though you were a worse person than you are - you may have lost perspective.

The police, finding a corpse with twenty-eight stab wounds in a bathtub, suspected foul play.

It’s easy to demonstrate how progressive and open-minded and loyal you are when it costs you nothing.

...Many shadows hide behind light, and the best lies are those seasoned liberally with truth: salt covering the flavor of rotten meat.

You can't catch the big fish by skimming the surface.

Home is the place where there is somebody who does not wish you any pain.

Spiritual growth requires the development of inner knowing and inner authority. It requires the heart, not the intellect.

I don't have any plugs or tucks but people do what they want. I look at it as mutilation.

We felt like we had done as much as you can do with the slasher genre. We were trying to find the next group of scary movies that were ripe for parody.

We're having a hard time understanding where jazz is going. What happened to jazz?

...our eyes locked in one of those looks that sometimes happen between strangers, when both wordlessly agree that reality contains sinkholes whose depths neither can ever hope to fathom.

The last thing I think about is losing and pressure... I just go and do it.

Brains aren't everything, but they're important.