The only love that lasts is unrequited love.

I came home one night, some month ago, and I went to the closet in my bedroom...and a moth ate my sports jacket. He was laying on the floor, nauseous, y'know.

I'd like to make a great movie. I've made many movies. I think I've made some good movies, but I never felt I've made a great movie.

Even if God exists, he's done such a terrible job, it's a wonder people don't get together and file a class action suit against him.

No matter what the shrinks, or the pundits, or the self-help books tell you, when it comes to love, it's luck.

Not think of death as an end, but think of it more as a very effective way of cutting down on your expenses.

How does gravity work? And if it were to cease suddenly, would certain restaurants still require a jacket?