The writing career is not a romantic one. The writer’s life may be colorful, but his work itself is rather drab.

I want to do all kinds of things. I want to do some comedy. I’d love to do a romantic comedy, and I’d love to do some period pieces with classical text. I’d love somebody to cast me as Macbeth, but for a film. I just want to be all over the place.

There’s something about marriage that is not as intensely romantic or interesting as a couple’s first meeting.

Scotsmen are metaphisical and emotional, they are sceptical and mystical, they are romantic and ironic, they are cruel and tender, and full of mirth and despair.

I’m getting a lot of uninteresting romantic lead guys that look good and fall in love sort of garbage.

I’m no romantic, surfing, California boy. I like reading, writing, philosophizing. Scheming. I’ve been doing some exploration of the inner space.

It’s harder and harder to make a well-done romantic comedy these days because the conventions have been so played out.

I am not an adolescent, nor a romantic. I analyze objectively.

Forget romantic fiction, a survey has found that most women would rather read a good book than go shopping, have sex, or sleep.

I get some of my ideas from watching my three daughters, but most of them come from my own memories of growing up. I can remember how romantic I was, not just about love, but romance in the classic sense – the romantic ideals: of honor and truth, of loyalty, sacrifice and fairness. Those were the elements that made a story satisfying to me.