My heart says one thing. My head says another. Very hard to get your heart and head together in life.

Pale, nervous girls with black-rimmed glasses and blunt-cut hair lolled around on sofas, riffling Penguin Classics provocatively. [...] But it wasn’t just intellectual experiences—they were peddling emotional ones, too. For fifty bucks, I learned, you could “relate without getting close.” For a hundred, a girl would lend you her Bartok records, have dinner, and then let you watch while she had an anxiety attack.

You make films whether they're dramas or comedies about neurotic people. Flawed people. Interesting personality traits. To make them about calm, stable untroubled people isn't interesting.

My education was dismal. I went to a series of schools for mentally disturbed teachers.

Some people want to achieve immortality through their works or their descendants. I prefer to achieve immortality by not dying.

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

Man cannot live by bread alone. Every once in awhile he needs a salad.