What if everything is an illusion and nothing exists? In that case, I definitely overpaid for my carpet.

My relationship with death remains the same - I'm strongly against it.

I never knew what Amazon was. I've never seen any of those series, even on cable. I've never seen The Sopranos, or Mad Men. I'm out every night and when I come home, I watch the end of the baseball or basketball game, and there's Charlie Rose and I go to sleep.

I'm astounded by people who want to 'know' the universe when it's hard enough to find your way around Chinatown.

I don't want to move to a city where the only cultural advantage is being able to make a right turn on a red light.

If I just got up in the morning and had no place to go and was retired or something, I would be sitting there and be thinking, "Gee, what is the purpose of life? Why are we all finite? Why do we get old and die? Is there nothing out there? Why is it so tragic? Why do our loved ones perish? Why do we generate?" Who wants to think about that stuff?

Sometimes the critics will like a film, and the public doesn't come. Sometimes the critics won't like the film, and the public will come. It's completely spontaneous. It's a hazard.