A deranged person is supposed to have the strength of ten men. I have the strength of one small boy... with polio.

You make a film and always hope you're going make "Citizen Kane" or "The Bicycle Thief." You make the film, and for one reason or another, one clicks and one doesn't, but it's out of your control completely.

Is there a separation between body and mind, and if so which is it better to have?

I'd call him a sadistic, hippophilic necrophile, but that would be beating a dead horse.

I think there is too much wrong with the world to ever get too relaxed and happy. The more natural state, and the better one, I think, is one of some anxiety and tension over man's plight in this mysterious universe.

I would never wanna belong to any club that would have someone like me for a member.

Well, trouble's my middle name. Actually, my middle name is Marion, but I don't want you spreading that around.