I've been so lazy all my life. I used to literally lie on the couch, up until the age of 35, fearing that my bones were dissolving like sugar cubes, from disuse.

I was completely broke, so I started saying yes to everything. I said yes to a woman who approached me about shooting the Dracula ballet, even though I felt like I was probably going to sabotage it.

I'm starting to frighten myself, because I'm backsliding into my devil-may-care attitude. I'm sure it's going to catch up with me.

I've never made movies to reach millions of people.

I literally designed and built the sets myself, and I kind of liked it. I always gave myself eight weeks to do that - sometimes even 10 - and the shooting took five or six weeks.

Those are my goals, you know. To be smart, tasteless, and feeling. Something to shoot for.

If I want to keep making films for a few more years, I probably should be willing to adapt. I've sort of evolved into the filmmaker that I am because of natural selection anyway.

Shredded feelings are the fuel that feed the machinery of melodrama. And good melodrama just has honest feelings and is honest about the way people interact.

In many relationships that I've had people just try to own the other person.

You get to have some mischief before you're basically a blackened banana, impotent, and nothing to be afraid of.

I love Toronto's long autumns, warm with windy swirls of golden spores, redolent with giant, sun-roasted leaves flapping up and down the streets, and horrible winter always seeming far, far off!

To own a man's heart is to own him for life.

This is the past: It drifts, it gathers. If you are not careful, it will bury you.

I often buy myself presents. Sometimes I will spend $100,000 in one day in a posh boutique.

The Pleiadians are saying it is going to happen in a mass setting. Within probably the next year and a half, many people are just going to have an instant awakening, a remembering.

How many people become abstract as a way of appearing profound.

I work. I have a life. There's not much to tell.

The true snob never rests; there is always a higher goal to attain, and there are, by the same token, always more and more people to look down upon.

A beard on a man is only a way of hiding something, his face of course, but also the inner matters, like a hedge around a secret garden, or a cover over a bird cage.

I don't do the running commentary as the movie's playing. I think you should be able to watch the movie without listening to me talk while the movies playing.

Businesses often forget about the culture, and ultimately, they suffer for it because you can't deliver good service from unhappy employees.