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

All my life is passing in front of my eyes. The worst part of it is I'm driving a used car.

The movie is usually, for me, something organic that grows all the time. I sit home and write it, and I'm in an isolated, four-walled environment, and I don't know what's going on. I just write it, and it's appearing in my head in some idealized way where every single moment works, and every little thing is perfect, because it's in my head.

Today I saw a red and yellow sunset and thought, how insignificant I am! Of course, I thought that yesterday too, and it rained.

I always thought it would be very funny if I was a blind film director.

I know of only six genuine comic geniuses in movie history; Charlie Chaplin, Buster Keaton, Groucho Marx & Harpo Marx, Peter Sellers, and W.C. Fields.

This stuff tastes awful; I could have made a fortune selling it in my health-food store.