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.

I don't wanna live on in my work. I wanna live on in my apartment.

I can't minimize the terror factor. As you get older you get more and more frightened because the terrible indignities of old age become closer to you.

I can't express anger. I grow a tumor instead.

Human existence is a brutal experience to me... it's a brutal, meaningless experience - an agonizing, meaningless experience with some oases, delight, some charm and peace, but these are just small oases. Overall, it is a brutal, terrible experience, and so it salvation is what can you do to alleviate the agony of the human condition, the human predicament? That is what interests me the most.

I prefer the magic to reality, and have since I was 5 years old. Hopefully, I can continue to make films and constantly escape into them.

There's nothing like the discovery of an unknown work by a great thinker to set the intellectual community atwitter and cause academics to dart about like those things one sees when looking at a drop of water under a microscope.