We live trapped, between the churned-up and examined past and a future that waits for our work.

We are aware only of the empty space in the forest, which only yesterday was filled with trees.

How one can live without being able to judge oneself, criticize what one has accomplished, and still enjoy what one does, is unimaginable to me.

Sometimes the most beautiful thing is precisely the one that comes unexpectedly and unearned, hence something given truly as a present.

I figured out, I guess, that the job just makes me happy if it's not number one. So if it all works, great. If it doesn't, I still go home, look at my kids, and I have a big smile on my face.

My wife, whenever I'd go off to work and I'd be kind of anxious, she'll say, 'Remember, have fun.' Oh, I forgot, thanks for the reminder. Because sometimes we do forget. We take it all too seriously and there's a lot of joy to be had wherever you are.

In L.A., you see a lot of women who get into these trends for inner happiness while putting most of their energy into looking younger. It's Botox on Tuesday, laser on Wednesday, some weird juice cleanse having nothing to do with health and everything to do with losing weight the next day.

People say you make your best work when you're in despair and all that, and at your lowest - but for me, I think happiness makes you positive, and I think that's a good creative place to write from.