I discovered at the age of six that everything was a phony, worked with mirrors. Since then, I've always wanted to be a magician.

A toast, Jedediah, to love on my terms. Those are the only terms anybody ever knows - his own.

You could write all the IDEAS of all the movies, my own included, on the head of a pin.

Anybody who speaks quietly and shrivels up in company is unbelievably arrogant.

Our works in stone, in paint, in print, are spared, some of them, for a few decades or a millennium or two, but everything must finally fall in war, or wear away into the ultimate and universal ash - the triumphs, the frauds, the treasures and the fakes. A fact of life: we're going to die. "Be of good heart," cry the dead artists out of the living past. "Our songs will all be silenced, but what of it? Go on singing." Maybe a man's name doesn't matter all that much.

The best thing commercially, which is the worst artistically, by and large, is the most successful.

I have a great love and respect for religion, great love and respect for atheism. What I hate is agnosticism, people who do not choose.