Well, if there's an infinite amount of chances for something to happen, then eventually it will happen - no matter how small the likelihood.

Though I walk through the valley of death I will fear no evil, for I am the evilest motherfucker in the valley

Vietnam, me love you long time. All day, all night, me love you long time.

Tourists went on holidays while travellers did something else. They travelled.

I've never been to Comic-Con, but I'm certainly aware from this side of the Atlantic that it's a very important part of film marketing now, even when the films are not directly linked to a comic.

I do all this alone, everything I achieve, I achieve alone, because it's my head I'm locked into, and I share this space with nobody but myself.

Waking was the most reliable part of a dream, as built into dreams as death is to life. You dream, you wake: you live, you die.

The first I heard of the beach was in Bangkok, on the Ko Sanh Road.

I did keep a travel diary once and it was a big mistake. All I remember of that trip is what I bothered to write down.

I've written original material before, where I've come up with the idea and the characters myself, and that's definitely very different to working with someone else's characters and stories.

I knew my affection for the Philippines was equally as telling: a democracy on paper, apparently well ordered, regularly subverted by irrational chaos. A place where I'd felt instantly at home.

Every positive thought is a silent prayer which will change your life.

As a composer at a point where I can absolutely pick and choose what I want to do, I don't want to write about anybody I don't care about.

Bob Dylan was again an entirely new person - this time old, craggy, cynical, and world-weary, as in "Not Dark Yet".

Music is not my life. Christ is my life.

When you think about it there's never really been a realistic exposition of Hollywood, I mean - from the inside - showing Hollywood what it can do, what it has done, to people.

The trouble with you, dear, is that you think an angel of the Lord as a creature with wings, whereas he is probably a scruffy little man with a bowler hat.

Maybe you are the "cool" generation. If coolness means a capacity to stay calm and use your head in the service of ends passionately believed in, then it has my admiration.

If I had to give young writers advice, I would say don't listen to writers talking about writing or themselves.

We cannot perform our tasks to the best of our power, unless we think well of our own capacity.