Every man is a mob, a chain gang of idiots.
TV is, as I’m discovering now, a marathon. You have to keep going and going and going.
We live in a moment in history in which our privacy may not be important.
If you’re good at something, never do it for free.
Here’s the truth: People, even regular people, are never just any one person with one set of attributes. It’s not that simple. We’re all at the mercy of the limbic system, clouds of electricity drifting through the brain.
For a few minutes of every day, every man becomes a genius. This is the tragedy of life.
The secret to all drama, film, TV, or books – the thing that people respond to most, and the thing I find myself as a viewer feeling most interested in, is the idea of change.
Books are a time machine.
We used to look up at the sky and wonder at our place in the stars, now we just look down and worry about our place in the dirt.
Because he’s the hero Gotham deserves, but not the one it needs right now. So we’ll hunt him. Because he can take it. Because he’s not our hero. He’s a silent guardian, a watchful protector. A dark knight.
How can you forgive if you can’t remember to forget?
I thought it would be an enormous amount of fun to make a movie that heads out into space, which is something that we had never done before.
Time eventually convinces most of us that forgiveness is a virtue. Conveniently, cowardice and forgiveness look identical at a certain distance.
Believing the lie that time will heal all wounds is just a nice way of saying that time deadens us.