My mother was the most amazing person. She taught me to be kind to other women. She believed in family. She was with my father from the first day they met. All that I am, she taught me.

We all suffer from the preoccupation that there exists... in the loved one, perfection.

I am not a hugely religious person, but I believe that there is a oneness with everything. And because there is this oneness, it is possible that my mother is the principal reason for my life.

In America, it is difficult to be your own man.

We suffer pain, we hang tight to hope, we nurture expectations, we are plagued occasionally by fears, we are haunted by defeats and unrealized hopes . . . The hoplessness of which I speak is not limited.

I find myself, at this time in my life, no less challenged, no less plagued, no less intrigued by what I still don't know.

An appreciable number of directors have shifted to lower-cost films, allowing them to be satisfied with a more modest return.