I don't believe in the after life, although I am bringing a change of underwear.

I don't think my film style has changed. I'm doing the same kind of jokes I did when I was younger.

I've inherited the worst of each parent. I have my father's hypochondria and lack of concentration. I have his amorality. I have everything bad that he had. Then I have my mother's surly, pill-like, complaining, whining attitude.

I consider myself a completely lucky filmmaker. I've had nothing but good luck. Everything I've needed has come my way.

The chief problem about death, incidentally, is the fear that there may be no afterlife - a depressing thought, particularly for those who bothered to shave. Also, there is the fear that there is an afterlife but no one will know where it's being held. On the plus side, death is one of the few things that can be done as easily laying down.

Me and nature are two.

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