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?

Our love, our love will last forever. It's forever but it just doesn't work. That's why it will always be romantic because it can not be complete.

Everyone wants to get out of living where they're living now, because life is a pretty tough proposition and not much fun. But when you think back to earlier times, you only extrapolate the nice things.

Dying is like making love, except you don't get naseous afterwards.

Sentence structure is innate, but whining is acquired.

I've had a very productive life. I've worked very hard, I've never fallen prey to depression. I'm not sure I could have done all of that without being in psychoanalysis.

A general philosophy of the female characters in my films is they all want something to believe in, and not having anything.