In New York in the Forties or Fifties, everybody's in a suit, an overcoat and a hat.

Failure's a natural part of life.

I've permitted myself to learn and to fail with some regularity. And that is probably the one thing I was given, and that I'm still grateful for.

And may the best of you - for it will only be the best of you, and even then only in the rarest and briefest moments - succeed in framing that most basic of questions, 'how do we live?'

Nothing you do particularly matters. But I'm not sure that's a great excuse for doing it poorly.

I don't have a saviour or a royal family.

Art is not disposable. If you want it, you have to hold it and smell it and touch it and read the credits and enjoy it and put it on your wall.

Imagine how asleep or utterly unperceptive and clueless you would have to be not to see yourself as absurd for the most part.

I'd hate to see any film I'm involved in fail, especially artistically but also business-wise.

I think 1973 was the nadir of fashion. When you watch the coverage from that era, you're struck by the astonishing ugliness of the clothes.

It's not a gift of mine, but one given to me, to be able to criticise myself and not be crushed, by myself or by others.

Always judge a man by the coloring of his heart and only his heart. Truth can be found in his record of actions, not intentions.

And with that, I’m going to crawl into bed and try to erase all that has happened today.

No road is long enough as long as you "keep on going

Life is for intense love

That which you fix your heart to, believing with all your desire you will get, you will.

The law in its majestic equality forbids the rich as well as the poor to sleep under bridges to beg in the streets and to steal bread.

-But rational thoughts lead only to rational thoughts, whereas irrational thoughts lead to new experiences.

I used to believe that if my career was going great, then I was not entitled to a great personal life. Well, I've stopped thinking that way. I believe I can have it all.

Work your fingers to the bone and what do you get? Boney fingers.

He tried to smile, but it was just a shape his mouth made.