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?

I’m going to kill myself. I should go to Paris and jump off the Eiffel Tower. I’ll be dead. you know, in fact, if I get the Concorde, I could be dead three hours earlier, which would be perfect. Or wait a minute. It -- with the time change, I could be alive for six hours in New York but dead three hours in Paris. I could get things done, and I could also be dead.

His lack of education is more than compensated for by his keenly developed moral bankruptcy.

There is no justice, there is no rational structure to it [life]. That is just the way it is, and each person figures out some way to cope.

I will not eat oysters. I want my food dead - not sick, not wounded - dead.

The food here is terrible, and the portions are too small.

At the trial Stubbs chose to act as his own lawyer, but a conflict over his fee led to ill feelings.