If my films make one more person miserable, I'll feel I have done my job.

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

I don't believe in an afterlife, but I'm taking an extra pair of underwear just in case.

Ads answered out of desperation in the New York Review of Books proved equally futile as…the 'Bay Area Bisexual' told me I didn't quite coincide with either of her desires.

My films are therapy for my debilitating depression. In institutions people weave baskets. I make films.

I have no regard for that kind of ceremony. I just don't think they know what they're doing. When you see who wins those things-or who doesn't win them-you can see how meaningless this Oscar thing is.

A tree never hits an automobile except in self defense.