All stereotypes turn out to be true. This is a horrifying thing about life. All those things you fought against as a youth: you begin to realize they're stereotypes because they're true.

When I am creating art, I have absolutely no social responsibility. It's like dreaming.

If you put yourself in a group of people you cannot work with it's obviously going to be a disaster.

Long live the new flesh.

I work with my dreams or nightmares.

When you're in the muck, you can only see muck. If you somehow manage to float above it, you still see the muck, but you see it from a different perspective. And you see other things, too. That's the consolation of philosophy.

You start selling the movie before you make it.