Is this year over yet? Too many people are passing away. Rest In Peace, George Michael.

I can't stand the gossip of celebrities' lives, all the time! Every minute!

We meet aliens every day who have something to give us. They come in the form of people with different opinions.

What have I done? I've blundered my way through life. So I have my picture on the wall. The minute I die, that picture will start to yellow and fade and eventually be gone. Blown in the wind and become part of the molecular structure of something else. These things we see as "success," they're non-accomplishments.

Memories were the markers of the journey through life. It was necessary to know where you had come from. Only then could you know where you were going.

Getting that audience approval is always a question mark, and it's always that flag that flutters in front of you.

I'm anxious to make another film.