Maybe the poets are right. Maybe love is the only answer.

I took a test in Existentialism. I left all the answers blank and got 100.

Your still searching for me in every woman. You'll always seek to duplicate what we had. You know it.

The less I speak to the actors, the better. And I always hire great people, and I don't want to impose my pre-conceived notions on them. They know how to play it.

What if nothing exists and we're all in somebody's dream? Or what's worse, what if only that fat guy in the third row exists?

Me sitting down for dinner with Ingmar Bergman felt like a house painter sitting down with Picasso.

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