You Just Have To Trust Your Own

Of Course It’s The Apparently Tranquil Periods That Deceive Us. Though Our Instruments Or Our Senses Or Our Wits May Not Be Able To See The Processes That Are Leading Toward These Clusters Of Events, They’re Happening. The Star, The Wheel, The Butterfly—all Are In A Subtle State Of Unrest, Waiting For The Moment When Some Invisible Mechanism Signals That The Time Has Come. Then The Star Explodes; The Wheel Makes Poor Men Rich; The Butterfly Mates And Dies.

I've Dealt With A Lot Of Producers Who Were Pricks And I'm Determined Not To Be That.

I Remember When I Watched 'hellraiser' With My Mother. She Cried When She Saw My Name In The Opening Credits, And I Had To Tell Her That That Was The Happiest She Was Going To Be For The Next Two Hours.

Darkness Always Had Its Part To Play. Without It, How Would We Know When We Walked In The Light? It’s Only When Its Ambitions Become Too Grandiose That It Must Be Opposed, Disciplined, Sometimes—if Necessary—brought Down For A Time. Then It Will Rise Again, As It Must.

The Whole Point About Vision Is That It's Very Individual, It's Very Personal, And It Has To Be Confessional. It Has To Be Something Which Hurts - The Pulling Out Of It And Putting It On The Page Hurts. Art Can Be About The Individual Writer's Response To His Or Her Condition, And If That Response Comes Out Of A Predigested Belief About What The Audience Wants To Hear About The Writer's Condition, Then It Has No Truth, It Has No Validity. You Either Write With Your Own Blood Or Nobody's. Otherwise It's Just Ink.