...being written by someone who might not quite understand the subconscious nuance of the character leaves us in varying degrees of flatness.

I have a very varied taste in music. Everything from rap to classical to Latino to Rat Pack to jazz.

Two minds with but a single thought, two hearts that beat as one.

Defiance through compliance.

Love is a wonderful thing, my dear, but it leaves you wide open for blackmail.

The cucumber and the tomato are both fruit; the avocado is a nut. To assist with the dietary requirements of vegetarians, on the first Tuesday of the month a chicken is officially a vegetable.

Books may look like nothing more than words on a page, but they are actually an infinitely complex imaginotransference technology that translates odd, inky squiggles into pictures inside your head.

If the real world were a book, it would never find a publisher. Overlong, detailed to the point of distraction-and ultimately, without a major resolution.

I collect ex-boyfriends -- and more than five, at last count.

If the real world were a book, it would never find a publisher.

Have you ever wondered how nostalgia isn"t what it used to be?

One does not advance when one walks toward no goal, or - which is the same thing - when his goal is infinity.

That's when it hit me. I had to go through a lot of bad relationships first, but I'd finally found him. My very own Prince Charming. Turns out they do exist.Touché, Cinderella. Touché.

It's not your perfection that makes you an angel

There's enough of a willingness in the West to do sympathetic movies about Arab roles.

Genuine feelings are never the product of conscious effort. They are quite simply there, and they are there for a very good reason, even if that reason is not always apparent.

Once a blooming red rose, full of streaming life in its veins. Now a wilting black petal rupturing with death and pain.

To die is landing on some distant shore.

There is no perfect solution to depression, nor should there be. And odd as this may sound we should be glad of that. It keeps us human.

No, I have no desire for riches. Honest poverty and a conscience, torpid through virtuous inaction, are more to me than corner lots and praise.

You sell a screenplay like you sell a car. If someone drives it off a cliff, that's it.