I Tend To Stay With The Panic.

All Of A Sudden I Discovered That I'm Allergic To Caviar. It Was The Perfect Metaphor For My Life. When I Was Only Able To Afford Bad Caviar, I Could Certainly Eat My Fill Of It.

Perhaps I Have A Wider Range Than I'd Given Myself Credit For.

I Never Thought For A Second That Anything I Ever Did Was Going To Make Someone Cringe. That Never Occurred To Me.

There Are Times When I'm Driving Home After A Day's Shooting, Thinking To Myself, That Scene Would've Been So Much Better If I Had Written It Out.

I'm A Walking, Talking Enigma. We're A Dying Breed.