Being with an insanely jealous person is like being in the room with a dead mammoth.

Directing is mystifying. It's a long, long, skid on an icy road, and you do the best you can trying to stay on the road... If you're still here when you come out of the spin, it's a relief. But you've got to have the terror if you're going to do anything worthwhile.

There’s nothing better than discovering, to your own astonishment, what you’re meant to do. It’s like falling in love.

If you want to be a legend, God help you, it's so easy. You just do one thing. You can be the master of suspense, say. But if you want to be as invisible as is practical, then it's fun to do a lot of different things.

That seems to me the greatest American danger we're all in, that we'll bargain away the experience of being alive for the appearance of it.

Will we allow the decline of our language-the language of Shakespeare, Shaw and Steinbeck? Will we abuse our precious gift of communication? Will we bite our mother tongue with the teeth of indifference, crushing the taste buds of clarity and, without prompt application of the antiseptic of education, causing the gangrene of strained metaphors? Stand up, America, and let me hear your answer: Ain't no way, dude!

It's not a filmmaker's job to explain his technique but to tell his story the best way he can.