I don't blame any director for wanting to do something more commercial. That's all part of the business. I certainly have done it, as an actor.

What's "God"? Well, you know, when you want something really bad and you close your eyes and you wish for it? God's the guy that ignores you.

Do you think god stays in heaven because he too lives in fear of what he's created here on earth?

Communication is the key, and it's one thing I had to learn-to talk to the actors. I was so involved with the visual and technical aspects that I would forget about the actors.

Just because people want to eat the burger doesn't mean they want to meet the cow.

I talked with Quentin about where the character came from, and he told me Kansas City. I don't know how somebody talks from Kansas City, so I made him from New York.

Really interesting things come because you don't know what the rules are, what you can and can't do.

I can't relate to 99% of humanity.

I like telling stories about people with problems. I can't really put it much simpler than that.

Every day's an adventure when I step out of my door. That's why I usually wear a hat and keep my head low.

I don't tend to think of the characters i play as losers. I like the struggles that people have, people who are feeling like they don't fit into society, because I still sort of feel that way.

Self-confidence is divine force.

She could have just told him about the magic phone. Full disclosure. Then they could have solved it together. They could have Sherlocked and Watsoned from both endsof the timeline.

For the most part I pick movies based on the merit of the script, and the merit of the script only.

Small is good, but none is better.

Why did children seem to be so often spontaneous, joy-filled and concentrated while adults seemed controlled, anxiety-filled and diffused? It was the Goddam sense of having a self.

Black women have been cultured to compare not connect.

Nothing keeps people together like the exalted conviction that they alone are to be spared that eternal anguish of hell fire to which everyone else will be condemned.

Habit has a kind of poetry.

The ides of March are come. Soothsayer: Ay, Caesar; but not gone.