Me sitting down for dinner with Ingmar Bergman felt like a house painter sitting down with Picasso.

No matter what the shrinks, or the pundits, or the self-help books tell you, when it comes to love, it's luck.

I didn't know he was dead; I thought he was British.

Child molestation is a touchy subject... Read the papers! Half the country's doing it!

Sometimes the critics will like a film, and the public doesn't come. Sometimes the critics won't like the film, and the public will come. It's completely spontaneous. It's a hazard.

I'd call him a sadistic, hippophilic necrophile, but that would be beating a dead horse.

It is impossible to experience one's death objectively and still carry a tune.