I'm building this reputation as YA heartbreaker, I know. Some people like 'happily ever after,' but I don't think that's me.

I'm always writing from some difficult place and seeing how the character survives... or doesn't.

When you're overthinking a thought like the way I do, I can get completely pulled away from something I'm in the middle of because my thought channel just won't help me get from point A to point B without any difficulty.

For me, I remember being 19 and coming out as bi to all of my friends. I'd had girlfriends, and all of these experiences and such, and then, as I got older, I started identifying as gay.

Along with the lazy man... the dying man is the immoral man: the former, a subject that does not work; the latter, an object that no longer even makes itself available to be worked on by others.

It's normally the kiss of death to be identified as a rising star, or someone to watch.

Some dying men are the most tyrannical; and certainly, since they will shortly trouble us so little for evermore, the poor fellows ought to be indulged.

Sometimes I test myself saying, 'If I get a death sentence if I don't make this movie, would I still make this movie?'