I see a lot of homes that are supercool, and everything is very tasteful, but it's not warm. I'm really scared of rooms that look too serious.

happiness is like peeing your pants, everyone else can see it but only you can feel the warmth.

Gamache knew people were like homes. Some were cheerful and bright, some gloomy. Some could look good on the outside but feel wretched on the interior. And some of the least attractive homes, from the outside, were kindly and warm inside.

He also knew the first few rooms were for public consumption. It was only in going deeper that he'd find the reality. And finally, inevitably, there was the last room, the one we keep locked, and bolted and barred, even from ourselves. Especially from ourselves.

I don't really see any barrier between teenage fiction and adult literature.

I think you have to be in an insane stratosphere in terms of fame in order to get offered really well-written scripts. Amanda Peet is definitely not in that group.

I'm scared to see myself in 3D.