It's one of the reasons I don't do drugs. One sniff and I'd go all the way.

I don't want to lie. I can't tell the truth. So it's over.

When I look back I can't believe I was so stupid as to direct Dealer's Choice.

I mean when the play was on in New York I was starting to get film offers coming through, and since the film's come out I get offered more than I used to, but it happens incrementally.

Thank God life ends—we'd never survive it. From Big Bang to weary shag, the history of the world. Our flesh is ferocious...our bodies will kill us...our bones will outlive us.

What's so great about the truth? Try lying for a change, it's the currency of the world.

I think a tragedy is something where the natural order of things is completely interrupted and doesn't right itself.