All men die. Only a few ever live.

The thing we're all looking for is happiness, and if we achieve just a modicum of that or even a little piece of serenity even for five minutes a day, we're very lucky.

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

Old habits die hard, I guess. If you dont kick them, they kick you.

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.

I'm not apologizing to anyone. I'll apologize when hell freezes over.

There are messages about civilisations and we are trying to be true to history as much as possible. We wanted all this to gel with some good theory about why these civilisations went down, why they weakened and crumbled. Because they did, they vanished.