I don't like to reminisce much, and my walls don't have photographs of me and the actors I was with, or any of that stuff... I try and keep that disciplined, and just work. There are so many traps you can get into, and looking back on your own work is certainly one of them.

Sun is bad for you. Everything our parents said was good is bad. Sun, milk, red meat...college.

Love may be the answer, but even though you're watching for the solution, intercourse raises some rather interesting thoughts.

If there is reincarnation, I'd like to come back as Warren Beatty's fingertips.

Umlaut snaps around and we cut to a blond apparition in her early twenties, clearly descended from Olympus by way of Hugh Hefner's mansion.

Curiosity, that's what kills us. Not muggers or all that bullshit about the ozone layer. It's our own hearts and minds.

People think I'm an artist because my films lose money.