I have a number of symptoms that are neurotic and are constricting in the sense that if I had a brilliant idea for a film that had to be shot in Tulsa, OK I would tear it up and throw it away. Anything outside of New York, 'cause I can't exist in a hotel outside of my own home, I have to be in my own home and my own environment. This is a neurotic symptom that is constricting to my work even.

I'm going to my psychoanalyst one more year, then I'm going to Lourdes.

After 60, all of us belong to the weaker sex.

God, you Jews are truly exotic." Exotic? She should only know the Greenblatts. Or Mr. and Mrs. Milton Sharpstein, my father's friends. Or for that matter, my cousin Tovah. Exotic? I mean, they're nice, but hardly exotic with their endless bickering over the best way to combat indigestion or how far back to sit from the television set.

Someday the lion is going to lie down with the lamb, but the lamb isn't going to get much sleep.

It's hard for me to know. I'll think, 'I really brought off my ideas, it's great,' and no one sparks to it

I am plagued by doubts.