Oh, he was probably a member of the National Rifle Association. It was a group that helped criminals get guns so they could shoot citizens. It was a public service.

When I naturally write a story and I feel that the guy is sitting across the table from the girl and flirting with her... I think, 'God, that can't be me' because I'm just too old for that part. You need a 30-year-old or a 35-year-old for that part. And so I've given myself less and less roles.

Why are our days numbered and not, say, lettered?

It's a match made in heaven...by a retarded angel.

My experience creatively is different than my experience in life, for, as my father would say, the simple reason that you can't get hurt when everything goes wrong creatively.

Life is short. Short, and not about anything except what you can touch and what touches you.

You can't anticipate in the room the riches of what you encounter when you're location hunting for a movie.