As an artist, you're always somewhat obscure. We're not talking Hollywood.
The main question raised by the thriller is not what kind of world we live in, or what reality is like, but what it has done to us.
Helpless, unknown, and unremembered, most human beings, however sensitive, idealistic, intelligent, go through life as passengers rather than chauffeurs. Although we may pretend that it is the chauffeur who is the social inferior, most of us, like Toad of Toad Hall, would not mind a turn at the wheel ourselves.
I still find it hard to understand that anyone could argue that you can't have machines that exhibit consciousness.
$100,000 donors buy access to Congress and the White House. We believe it's long past time to clean up Washington.
The pressure we put on ourselves to produce this perfect operatic version of ourselves really puts an inordinate amount of stress and tension on us.
I've had good sex with somebody and just kind of been afterward - "Wow. " Once they started opening their mouth and showing their true colors and talking to them and getting to know them more and being like, "OK this is not the person I want to spend the rest of my life with. " But we had fun, and that's that. "