A satirist, often in danger himself, has the bravery of knowing that to withhold wit's conjecture is to endanger the species.

[On Watermelon Man:] ... it is impossible to look at this film without its giving you a share in its insane bad taste, which is rather companionable of it.

It [humor] inhabits the marginal.

[On John Cleese:] He sometimes seems to swat at his own thoughts as if they were bees.

Black and white are the most ravishing colors of all in film.

Why is it that beautiful women never seem to have curiosity? Is it because they know they're classical? With classical things the Lord finished the job. Ordinary ugly people know they're deficient and they go on looking for the pieces.

Movies have now reached the same stage as sex - it's all technique and no feeling.