There are too many ideas and things and people. Too many directions to go. I was starting to believe the reason it matters to care passionately about something, is that it whittles the world down to a more manageable size.
And also the idea of not making it apparent that it’s different from the rest of the film, even though there are visual differences, the audience is supposed to think that they are with him when he wakes up in the morning.
I don’t think I’ve had a lonely moment in my life.
I think everything I do is based on my experience in the world in one way or another.
You’ve been a part of me forever. Don’t you know that? I breathe your name in every exhalation.
I know that as a very young child, I was afraid of death. Many children become aware of the notion of death early and it can be a very troubling thing. We’re all in this continuum: I’m this age now, and if I live long enough I’ll be that age. I was 20 once, I was 10, I was 4. People who are 20 now will be 50 one day. They don’t know that! They know it in the abstract, but they don’t know it. I’d like them to know it, because I think it gives you compassion.
We’re all hurtling towards death. Yet here we are, for the moment, alive. Each of us knowing we’re going to die. Each of us secretly believing we won’t.
If I read something somebody wrote 300 years ago, and it’s me, what I’m going through now in my head, it sends chills down my spine, and I feel like that’s what I want to be able to offer – that if I offer myself, there’s a chance somebody else will feel connected.
Starbucks is the smart coffee for dumb people. It’s the Christopher Nolan of coffee.
There are rumors of rats down here as big as German shepherds, the people not the dogs.
Sometimes I feel my thoughts are not my own, that I am thinking wrong things, stupid things, ridiculous things, for the amusement of an unseen audience.
Compare this to any mess written by Charlie Kaufman.
There is truth and there are lies, and art always tells the truth, even when it’s lying.
I am the proud owner of a gaping hole in my soul.
Would that I could be a gay man. I would like myself better. But I am the most heterosexual of all my many acquaintances.
Nothing does anything for me anymore.
I guess the truth is I crave humiliation. What is ironic or at least curious is that in my actual life, humiliation is the thing I most fear and I most experience. Yet I am not happy. Why?
A stab wound less than three millimeters deep is legal and even encouraged. We cannot help you unless a crime has been committed. Fourteen millimeters or more.
Boredom is the domain of the dullard.
The only moment that we exist is the moment we inhabit.
I wanted to do something that I don’t know how to do, and offer you the experience of watching someone fumble, because I think maybe that’s what art should offer. An opportunity to recognise our common humanity and vulnerability.