Time Can Play All Sorts Of Tricks

I Can Draw Pencil Lines To Show Something Is Moving, But If I'm Writing, I Struggle With How To Write It. The Boy Ran Down The Hallway? The Boy Ran Quickly Down The Hallway? The Boy Ran Down The Marble Hallway? I Agonize Over The Words. So My Editor Works Very Hard. I'm Lucky To Have Her.

If You Lose Your Purpose ... It's Like You're Broken.

I Think From An Early Age I Was Aware Of How A Camera Can Tell A Story, How A Movie Camera Can Affect How The Narrative Is Told.

Time Can Play All Sorts Of Tricks On You. In The Blink Of An Eye, Babies Appear In Carriages, Coffins Disappear Into The Ground, Wars Are Won And Lost, And Children Transform, Like Butterflies, Into Adults.

I Think I Always Knew That I Would Do Something With Art Because It Was The One Thing That I Knew I Was Really Good At.