What critics call dirty in our pictures, they call lusty in foreign films.

I'm not happy. I'm not happy at all.

Now, what is it which makes a scene interesting? If you see a man coming through a doorway, it means nothing. If you see him coming through a window - that is at once interesting.

It was a hot afternoon and I can still remember the smell of honeysuckle all along the street. How can I have known that murder can sometimes smell like honeysuckle?

Hindsight is always twenty-twenty.

My Aunt Minnie would always be punctual and never hold up production, but who would pay to see my Aunt Minnie?

I am big. It's the pictures that got small.