“It’s always once the script’s done in the first two years if it doesn’t get going somehow or another, I’ve never had an old script that someone’s made later on.”

Fragrance is a bit of a selfish gift because it’s comforting when you’re near someone and you recognize their smell.

When you get just a complete sense of blackness or void ahead of you, that somehow the future looks an impossible place to be, and the direction you are going seems to have no purpose, there is this word despair which is a very awful thing to feel.

Somehow, as a writer, you tend to use words to paper over structural cracks.

As if the ocean somehow doesn’t matter or is so big, so vast that it can take care of itself, or that there is nothing that we could possibly do that we could harm the ocean.

If they lose, then their life has somehow been diminished. I’m not that way, and it keeps me steady.

I’m more of a cringer at first and when it is years down the road and out of my way, I can actually appreciate it somehow.

When we hold something, anything, in our thought, then somehow coincidence leads us in the direction that we’ve been wishing to lead ourselves.

It is by not always thinking of yourself, if you can manage it, that you might somehow be happy.