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

I hate that word. It's return--a return to the millions of people who've never forgiven me for deserting the screen.

If you're going to tell people the truth, be funny or they'll kill you.

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.

God save me from myself.

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

An audience is never wrong. An individual member of it may be an imbecile, but a thousand imbeciles together in the dark - that is critical genius.