At some point, in order to gain his identity, the kid goes "I'm not my dad" or "I'm not my mom."

Its a bit cloudy in London but people are already drinking out on the streets- God Bless the pubs.

...to all the monsters in my nursery: May you never leave me alone.

Frankfurt, discussing a stuntman: He missed being killed in that shot be literally half an inch.

People think you're like The Godfather, waiting for scripts to come in. But, you're hustling, you're desperate, you're panicked and you're horrified. The movie you think you're going to do next, you don't do. The movie you think you're never going to do, you make.

There are times when you are in despair, because in order not to betray who you are, you don't compromise, you don't make movies that would be very lucrative or prestigious or easily understood. And yet I stay attached to the most uncanny premises. It's never been easy.

for in the absence of God he had found Man. Man killing man, man helping man, both of them anonymous: the scourge and the blessing.