I'm short enough and ugly enough to succeed on my own.

It seemed the world was divided into good and bad people. The good ones slept better while the bad ones seemed to enjoy the waking hours much more.

If my films make one more person miserable, I'll feel I have done my job.

Why are our days numbered and not, say, lettered?

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.

In fact, when they wake up in the morning, they're Jack Nicholson or Robert De Niro or Josh Brolin. And it's built-in, but they think it's all this other stuff. But it's not. They'd be great if they didn't think about their part or if they did think about it.

And in all of Babylonia there was wailing and gnashing of teeth, 'til the prophets bade the multitudes get a grip on themselves and shape up.