I've always been lucky in casting. The trick in casting is to hire great people, and let them do what they do, don't interfere with them too much. And then when they're great, take credit for it in the end.

I don't know what the hell I'm doing here. I'm 237 years old, I should be collecting social security.

This year I'm a star, but what will I be next year? A black hole?

In 1940 I was just turning 5 years old and being taken to the movies. For those of us who were not old enough to understand the horror of war it was a very romantic era because these guys were kissing their wives and girlfriends goodbye and going off to fight and become heroes.

When you make the film, there's a big difference between when you're in your own home at the typewriter, and when you're standing on a mountain, or on a street corner, and buses are coming by-it's a different reality. You make a million changes that were never in the script, but that reality dictates.

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

How is it possible to find meaning in a finite world, given my waist and shirt size?