I'm anxious to make another film.

There's a joy and a pain about directing where the dreams you have are becoming concrete but the attention to detail, the need for time is such that it's overwhelming at times, and the stream of responsibility.

I'm interested in man's march into the unknown but to vomit in space is not my idea of a good time. Neither is a fiery crash with the vomit hovering over me.

But if you want to know the truth, the weirdest thing that has happened has been my discovery that people who attend the conventions are filled with love.

I love living in Los Angeles.

Here's something pompous - you take your day and artistically create it, so every moment has an artistic flavor.

Has it ever occurred to you that how we deal with death is at least as important as how we deal with life?