I was on cruise control from '85 to '95, and it was my fault. There were a lot of self-inflicted wounds, when I was not doing any original material. I wasn't directing. I wasn't writing. That's not who I am.

The body needs to rest. It needs a lot less exercise than you think.

I used to tweet, but it's an act of futility. You're not really making any impact, and if you find yourself in a mood when you wanna be a bit controversial and you post something, you suddenly realise, 'Oh my God!' because you've opened yourself up to a bunch of criticism from strangers.

Lighting can bring out certain contours in the body, in the face, in the eyes, that otherwise flat lighting couldn't.

There are endless exercises for arms, but the basics are best-chinups and pushups.

Gangster is the truest friend I can ever ask for.

I'm astounded by people who take eighteen years to write something. That's how long it took that guy to write Madame Bovary, and was that ever on the best-seller list?