The forest of Compiegne. Look at it. Like a kind grandmother dozing in her rocking chair. Old trees practicing curtsies in the wind because they still think Louis XIV is king.

The Austrians are brilliant people. They made the world believe that Hitler was a German and Beethoven an Austrian.

I don't go to church. Kneeling bags my nylons.

Happiness is working with Jack Lemmon.

The more subtle and elegant you are in hiding your plot points, the better you are as a writer.

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

You're as good as the best thing you've ever done.