People are strange when you're a stranger.
Thatโs what real love amounts to - letting a person be what he really is....Most people love you for who you pretend to be....To keep their love, you keep pretending - performing. You get to love your pretense...Itโs true, weโre locked in an image, an act...
No one gets out of here alive.
I like people who shake other people up and make them feel uncomfortable.
Take an Indian home to lunch.
I think in art, but especially in films, people are trying to confirm their own existences.