I started at the top and worked my way down.

I prefer the old masters, by which I mean John Ford, John Ford, and John Ford.

In attempting to explain F For Fake's state-side failure, it has occurred to me that perhaps the subject matter was at least partially to blame, and that this country is so blissfully enslaved by the notion of the special sanctity of the expert that an overtly anti-expert film was bound to go too much against the national grain.

Ignorance sheer ignorance. There is no confidence to equal it. It's only when you know something about a profession that you are timid or careful.

See, I believe that it is not true that different races and nations are alike. I'm profoundly convinced that that's a total lie. I think people are different. Sardinians, for example, have stubby little fingers. Bosnians have short necks.

The only reason for doing a play is to make a statement about it, and by that I don't mean a conceit of the producer.

I don't like television when it gets near to photographed plays.