When I was a young man, my friends and I and all of us in New York were very influenced by French cinema. French cinema played an enormous influence on those of us who wanted to be filmmakers.

I've had a very productive life. I've worked very hard, I've never fallen prey to depression. I'm not sure I could have done all of that without being in psychoanalysis.

I don't like to reminisce much, and my walls don't have photographs of me and the actors I was with, or any of that stuff... I try and keep that disciplined, and just work. There are so many traps you can get into, and looking back on your own work is certainly one of them.

Love may be the answer, but even though you're watching for the solution, intercourse raises some rather interesting thoughts.

Please forgive me. My pedicurist had a stroke. She fell forward onto the orange stick and plunged it into my toe. It required bandaging.

The great roe is a mythological beast with the head of a lion and the body of a lion, though not the same lion.

Where I grew up in Brooklyn, nobody committed suicide. Everyone was too unhappy.