As the poet said, 'Only God can make a tree,' probably because it's so hard to figure out how to get the bark on.

I was thrown out of NYU for cheating-with the deans wife

I love baseball. You know, it doesn’t have to mean anything. It’s just very beautiful to watch.

You can be distracted by your love life, by the baseball game, movies, by the nonsense. "Can I get my kid into this private school? Can I get this girl to go out with me Saturday night? Am I going to get the promotion in my office?" All this stuff, but in the end the universe burns out. So I think it's completely meaningless.

I can't enjoy anything unless everybody is. If one guy is starving someplace, that puts a crimp in my evening.

As an artist, you are always striving toward an ultimate achievement but never seem to reach it. You shoot a film, and the result could have always been better. You try again, and fail once more. In some ways I find it enjoyable. You never lose sight of your goal. I don’t do my job to make money or to break box office records, I simply try things out. What would happen if I were to achieve perfection at some point? What would I do then?

My one regret in life is that I am not someone else.