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.

In my case, the body of work stands for itself... I think my work has been representative of me as a man.

I was not the kind of a principal player that was so in demand that eight or 10 or 12 scripts came per month.

So much of life, it seems to me, is determined by pure randomness.

Every new fashion is a form of rebellion.

So I'm OK with myself, with history, my work, who I am and who I was.

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