I'd call him a sadistic, hippophilic necrophile, but that would be beating a dead horse.

Do I believe in God? I did until Mother's accident. She fell on some meat loaf and it penetrated her spleen.

Whosoever loveth wisdom is righteous, but he that keepeth company with fowl is weird.

I never start editing a film until it's completely shot; I don't edit along the way, ever. When it's finished I come in here [screening room] and we start with reel one, scene one and start editing shot by shot by shot until we're finished.

Skeptic that I was as an adolescent, I had recently come to believe in a Supreme Being after thumbing through a Victoria's Secret catalogue.

They were doing the Dying Swan at the ballet. And there was a rumor that some bookmarkers had drifted into town from upstate New York and that they had fixed the bullet. There was a lot of money bet on the swan to live.

How am I immature? Intellectually, emotionally, and sexually. Yeah, but in what other ways?