To me it's like, every time I'm a director, like today, you're the captain of the ship, so you better dress like it. You're the host of the party.

Grief and memory go together. After someone dies, that's what you're left with. And the memories are so slippery yet so rich.

We never did things as we were supposed to do. That was part of our ethic. We did what felt right to us, not what someone told us we should do.

I'm not a craftsman of graphics or art or film. I'm more of an idea generator and manufacturer.

As a son of a man who pretended to be one thing for 33 years of my life and then was another thing, the questions of 'what is real' and 'what is not real' are very blurrily vivid to me.

The littlest thing can have the strongest connection when you're grieving. Your Proustian, poetic nerve is turned up to ten.

My graffiti really comes more from a May '68, sort of Situationist vibe than the hip-hop world. I think a real graffiti artist would find me a poser.

Actors are pretending for you, but they're not lying. They are not putting on a guise instead of themselves. They are finding things inside that they have experienced.

Humans are vulnerable, messy little animals and that's normal. And all I want to do is make a space for that in my films.

There is a drunkenness to grief, which is good.

I am intrigued by inanimate objects. They're a piece of history, someone's statement and ideas of life.

Never deviate from the path unless you are going to make love in the bushes .....

We are, in the comics, the last frontier of good, wholesome family humor and entertainment.

We have no patience with other people's vanity because it is offensive to our own.

We are born with the seed of joy; it is up to us to nurture it.

Don't be jealous of my boogie.

At least with me, the match starts much, much earlier than the actual match.

The theater community at large, I have to say, has just been so warm and so welcoming, and that's not something I'm as used to.

I have a scholar's love of silence and solitude. To sit and pass hour after hour in idle chatter with a roomful of strangers is to me the worst sort of torment.

Well, we were never coming back to Fox... that was clear.

There's no need to sharpen my pencils anymore. They're sharp enough. Even the dull ones will make a mark.