I Grew Up Loving Horses.

Well, I Can Fake My Way Around Some Things, But I Don't Think I Would Be Good At Betting.

I Don't Know What It Is, Exactly, But There's A Negative Drag On Film Sets After The Second Week Or So, A Mutinous Vibe Because The Infinite Capacities Of The Directors And Everybody Else Become Quite Finite And Everybody's Under The Gun And It Becomes Work.

I Love The Rebelliousness Of Snail Mail, And I Love Anything That Can Arrive With A Postage Stamp. There's Something About That Person's Breath And Hands On The Letter.

I Think Certainly Directing Is A Visual Medium, But It's Also About Communication, And A Lot Of Times Great Directors Are Lacking In Communication Skills, Which Is Rather Shocking To Discover That.

I've Always Had This Unresolved Desire To Prove That I Could Get A Ph.d., Or Contribute Something Else To The World.