Eternity is really long, especially near the end.

A deranged person is supposed to have the strength of ten men. I have the strength of one small boy... with polio.

What if nothing exists and we're all in somebody's dream? Or what's worse, what if only that fat guy in the third row exists?

Who's the bigger idiot, the idiot or the idiot who gets fooled by the idiot?

In certain areas I don't function well and in other areas I function very well. I'm very good professionally. I have good discipline, I'm able to write every day and do films and not go six times over the budget. I mean I'm a coherent person, but I also don't like to go through tunnels when I travel. I'm claustrophobic.

You can't control life. It doesn't wind up perfectly. Only-only art you can control. Art and masturbation. Two areas in which I am an absolute expert.

I've often felt that life is a hard deal and it's unrelentingly tragic and an uphill fight.