The riders, clad in crimson and black, stopped to scan the maze. Blaise shrank into the hedge, but one keen-eyed hunter spied him. He raised his crossbow, took careful aim and fired.

That’s where they found the skeletons. Right where you’re standing.

They inched through dense, heart-stopping darkness. In the distance was what looked like a bright white door cut out of a black wall. Sunni tiptoed towards it, puzzled by its brilliance.

I have deeper journeys to take. Metaphysical journeys to see Christ. Shaman journeys. It's what I have been elected by God to do.

It's raining outside. How did you get here? And how did you get to be twenty-eight?

What love we've given, we'll have forever. What love we fail to give, will be lost for all eternity.

I'm never afraid of research. I relish it!

It can be difficult to present mental illness in film without resorting to devices that, if not handled well, can seem heavy-handed or cliché.

This is not an international thriller so much as a fiercely literate attempt to subvert the thriller genre itself.

You have to stay focused out there and you can't get caught up in your emotions.

The depth of the middle class is waning as the polarization of society is in progress.

I don't believe in atheists.

I don't listen to hard rock or heavy metal. I suppose I've always been influenced by folk music, I'm a big Bob Dylan fan.