Don't worry, I know almost exactly what I'm doing.
Nothing worth knowing can be understood with the mind.
He adored New York City. He idolized it all out of proportion... no, make that: he - he romanticized it all out of proportion. Yes. To him, no matter what the season was, this was still a town that existed in black and white and pulsated to the great tunes of George Gershwin.
Man was made in God`s image. Do you really think God has red hair and glasses?
Cynicism is reality with an alternate spelling.
The less I speak to the actors, the better. And I always hire great people, and I don't want to impose my pre-conceived notions on them. They know how to play it.