Writing about sex at length is a bit like describing mastication at length. It's the causes and the consequences and the meaning of it that are interesting, not the anatomical descriptions.

Love is a glimpse of hope. To love is to hope. When we abandon hope, we cease to exist.

Film is the art of turning money into light, and light into money. But it begins with money.

The enslavement, humiliation, torture, and ultimate destruction of thousands upon thousands of human beings for a project for which there was ultimately no purpose is a horror that's very hard to imagine, far less understand.

I'm afraid a lot of people have lost a lot of money over the years betting on me.

When forging money, I had always salved my conscience by concluding that I was merely extending the lie of commerce.

What reality was ever made by realists?