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.

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.

I don't know enough to be incompetent.

Sun is bad for you. Everything our parents said was good is bad. Sun, milk, red meat...college.

What if nothing exists and we're all in somebody's dream?

My parents were very Old World. They come from Brooklyn, which is the heart of the Old World. Their values in life are God and carpeting.

People make films for different reasons. For money. Or, they make them because something in them demands artistic expression. I do it because I enjoy the work.