Women in my family are the center of things. All good things emanate from them. The guys usually mess up.

That's like asking you to pick your favorite child... I do however, think Bird on a Wire was one of my finest works. Oscar caliber.

All men die. Only a few ever live.

You can access that on many levels and the human spirit and the human mind responds to those themes because they recognise the veracity of them. That they are real things. Sometimes it even goes beyond logic, it's just a sense of something.

I tell you what really turns my toes up: love scenes with 68-year-old men and actresses young enough to be their granddaughter.

You can't live up to what people expect. Nobody can. But I guess that's my problem, not theirs.

I think everything is pretty well preordained - even your mistakes.