You can always count on the New York Times to cut your legs off.
I dont see a lot of movies that portray the East Village as well as I think they can.
I've never really felt that I've had the right hair cut, or had the right clothes.
There must be some unwritten law that says about fifty people have to move into your house when somebody dies. If it weren't for the smell of death clinging to the walls, you might think it was your family's turn to host the month neighborhood potluck supper.
I began stealing a lot of ideas from other directors I had worked with.
You have to escape to survive, as you must survive to escape.