Love is the hardest thing in the world to write about. So simple. You've got to catch it through details, like the early morning sunlight hitting the gray tin of the rain spout in front of her house. The ringing of a telephone that sounds like Beethoven's "Pastoral." A letter scribbled on her office stationery that you carry around in your pocket because it smells of all the lilacs in Ohio.

Ever notice how these European trains always smell of eau de cologne and hard boiled eggs?

My English is a mixture between Arnold Schwarzenegger and Archbishop Tutu.

Jerry: Oh, you don't understand, Osgood! Ehhhh... I'm a man. Osgood: Well, nobody's perfect.

Shoot a few scenes out of focus. I want to win the foreign film award.

Hindsight is always twenty-twenty.

You have to have a dream so you can get up in the morning.