I live with a bunch of yuppies and models.

Рow can we be, even if it is the last day on earth? It's like Christmas Eve. "Okay, it's going to be Christmas. So what. What are you going to do? Jump off the Empire State Building?" It's all still the same. The last day of your life is still going to be a day. Then there's that thing, maybe it's not true. Who knows? Are you going to believe it? Are you going to buy it? There are a lot of other things that are important, you know. You know what they say. Life is what happens when you're doing other things, right?

I don't know what DVD commentaries are about. I'd like to strangle the person who came up with that concept.

As barbaric is we are, it's a miracle we haven't blown ourselves off the face of the earth so far.

I'm a lapsed Buddhist like I'm a lapsed Catholic. I take it to a point.

Even if you're a poet sitting in your room writing a poem, you're still in the world - although I guess being a poet is a different than having to deal with 40 or 50 people to raise a couple million bucks and all that bullshit.

In the film business, it's basically honor among thieves.