Retirement at sixty-five is ridiculous. When I was sixty-five I still had pimples.

At home we ate fish every Friday, as Catholics were then supposed to do. Being Jewish, I compromised. I wore a hat when I ate fish, out of respect for my own religion and the fish's family.

My best advice: Fall in love with what you do for a living.

This is all so exciting I've decided to keep making one movie every 36 years.

I look better, feel better, make love better and I'll tell you something else....I never lied better.

Critics are eunuchs at a gang bang.

When I was a boy the Dead Sea was only sick.