Sygmnd was a poor Austrian who'd lost all the vowels in his name in a boating accident.

Sometimes some of the best moments are contributed by the actors being creative, with their own improvisations.

Existence for eternity could get a little boring... especially towards the end.

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?

You make films whether they're dramas or comedies about neurotic people. Flawed people. Interesting personality traits. To make them about calm, stable untroubled people isn't interesting.

I was in analysis for years because of a traumatic childhood; I was breast-fed through falsies.

I'd never join a club that would allow a person like me to become a member.