Regret, already sogging me down, burst its dam. It seeped into my legs, it pooled in my heart.

We knew, finally, that the girls were really women in disguise, that they understood love and even death, and that our job was merely to create the noise that seemed to fascinate them.

Biology gives you a brain. Life turns it into a mind.

When I wrote The Virgin Suicides, I gave myself very strict rules about the narrative voice: the boys would only be able to report what they had seen or found or what had been told to them.

Basically what we have here is a dreamer. Somebody out of touch with reality. When she jumped, she probably thought she'd fly

It was one of those humid days when the atmosphere gets confused. Sitting on the porch, you could feel it: the air wishing it was water.

In the end, the tortures tearing the Lisbon girls pointed to a simple reasoned refusal to accept the world as it was handed down to them, so full of flaws.

Depression is like a bruise that never goes away. A bruise in your mind. You just got to be careful not to touch it where it hurts. It's always there, though.

You never get over it, but you get to where it doesn't bother you so much.

It was like autumn, looking at her. it was like driving up north to see the colors.

She held herself very straight, like Audrey Hepburn, whom all women idolize and men never think about.

The law tells me how crooked I am. Grace comes along and straightens me out.

It was not designed for me to be 35 and still doing the same thing. But in another sense, it's like I've had an extended adolescence. It helps that I look young, too.

I have made tremendous efforts to work in a darker register and express the sinister and tragic quality of the place, given my natural tendency to work in light and pale tones.

If every day is an awakening, you will never grow old. You will just keep growing.

People talk about footballers and they get a bad press when not all of them deserve it.

I did archery when I was in high school. In our gym class we had two weeks of archery and I remember taking the bow and arrow and firing it up and across the street into a car parking lot.

Really if you look at my filmography, there's something for everyone!

He's going for the home run, I'm going for the grand slam. If he gets a lot of strikeouts, I'm getting a shutout. I just have that positivity, that mentality that I can conquer whatever he gives out.

At least I hate myself as much as I hate anybody else.

This is how magic is done. By hurling yourself into the abyss and discovering its a feather bed.