I'm trying to find these rare moments where you feel completely illuminated. Facts never illuminate you. The phone directory of Manhattan doesn't illuminate you, although it has factually correct entries, millions of them. But these rare moments of illumination that you find when you read a great poem, you instantly know. You instantly feel this spark of illumination. You are almost stepping outside of yourself and you see something sublime.

You will learn more by walking from Canada to Guatemala than you will ever learn in film school.

Roger Ebert was the last mammoth alive who was holding the flag for real movies and moviemakers.

I would travel down to Hell and wrestle a film away from the devil if it was necessary.

If I had to climb into hell and wrestle the devil himself for one of my films, I would do it.

Some of the most important caves, like Lascaux in the Dordogne region in France, have had to be closed down. There had been too many people allowed in, and they left a mold on the walls that is spreading and which can't really be stopped.

I'm not a one-trick horse.