For the first year of marriage I had basically a bad attitude. I tended to place my wife underneath a pedestal.

I never start editing a film until it's completely shot; I don't edit along the way, ever. When it's finished I come in here [screening room] and we start with reel one, scene one and start editing shot by shot by shot until we're finished.

My wife and I thought we were in love, but it turned out to be benign

I have one last request. Don't use embalming fluid on me; I want to be stuffed with crab meat.

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

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?

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