My films are therapy for my debilitating depression. In institutions people weave baskets. I make films.

The wicked at heart probably know something.

The curtain rises on a vast primitive wasteland, not unlike certain parts of New jersey.

I can't with any conscience argue for New York with anyone. It's like Calcutta. But I love the city in an emotional, irrational way, like loving your mother or your father even though they're a drunk or a thief. I've loved the city my whole life - to me, it's like a great woman.

In fact, when they wake up in the morning, they're Jack Nicholson or Robert De Niro or Josh Brolin. And it's built-in, but they think it's all this other stuff. But it's not. They'd be great if they didn't think about their part or if they did think about it.

To love is to suffer. To avoid suffering one must not love. But then one suffers from not loving. Therefore, to love is to suffer. Not to love is to suffer.

I don't inhale because it gives you cancer, but I look so incredibly handsome with a cigarette that I can't not hold one.