When I was kidnapped, my parents snapped into action. They rented out my room.

What was the scandal? I fell in love with this girl, married her. We have been married for almost 15 years now.

I consider myself a completely lucky filmmaker. I've had nothing but good luck. Everything I've needed has come my way.

I have no idea what I am doing but incompetence has never prevented me from plunging in with enthusiasm.

I recently turned 60. Practically a third of my life is over.

My father owned a small piece of land. He carried it with him wherever he went.

What if nothing exists and we're all in somebody's dream? Or what's worse, what if only that fat guy in the third row exists?