I read a lot of true crime growing up - 'The Stranger Beside Me' by Ann Rule about Ted Bundy.

Anyone who's been to high school with teenage girls knows how horrible girls can be.

Growing up in Georgia in the southeastern United States, I was always reading and always kept to myself. I never felt isolated, though; I just liked being alone.

My dad believed in scaring us as we were growing up. Scaring the boys who wanted to date us more.

One of my realizations is that if you revel over joy, you're going to ache over pain and get killed over hurt. Your span of feelings are going to go just as far one way as the other.

Life in common among people who love each other is the ideal of happiness.

To transport picturegoers to a unique place in the glare of the earth, in the darkness of the heart - this, you realize with a gasp of joy, is what movies can do.

Being uprooted from your own culture, provided you take with you the way of thinking and being that characterises the more integrated social culture from which you come, is not as disruptive to happiness and well-being as becoming part of a relatively fragmented culture.