Really? It seems too good to be true. I don't trust it. I don't trust anyone.

Cut the ending. Revise the script. The man of her dreams is a girl.

This is my vision-what I imagine I'll pass through on my way to the light. The blue sky, the clouds, the rays of light.

...the man of my dreams is a girl.

Your failures and your faults, they stick with you. They glob into ugly, cancerous growths inside you and make you want to die.

Me? I had no dreams. No longings. Dreams only set you up for disappointment. Plus, you had to have a life to have dreams of a better life.

No one ever found out what was happening inside me. How the pain was eating me away. No one ever came to my rescue, or stood up for me.

What's the point of living if you don't belong anywhere?

What you see, isn't always what you get

Is that all I am? A friend?" "Of course not," I say. "I love you." "Am I the only one?" she asks. "Yes. Completely." First, last, and always.

I have no intent. I have no reason to live, that's all. When I'm gone, I don't want to be remembered.

You are not honored for the fruit you pick, but for the trees you plant.

Freedom breeds uncertainty

If you have a body, you are entitled to the full range of feelings. It comes with the package.

Our job as creators is to further define any medium.

When you make peace with yourself, the world will mirror back that same level of peace.

I like racing. I love the speed and I'm a very kinetic person in terms of filmmaking. I love the movement of film more than anything else.

The war against illegal file-sharing is like the church's age-old war against masturbation. It's a war you just can't win.

I'm so loyal, I haven't bathed in weeks!

One of the sanest, surest, and most generous joys of life comes from being happy over the good fortune of others.

My commitment to a humane and peaceful world continues to this day.