James Joyce is a cul-de-sac. [Ulysses is] ... an example how literature branched out and went into, lost itself in nowhere, no man's land.

I believe the common denominator of the Universe is not harmony, but chaos, hostility and murder.

I don't spend sleepless nights over getting very bad reviews.

People think we had a love-hate relationship. Well, I did not love him, nor did I hate him. We had mutual respect for each other, even as we both planned each other's murder.

I know for sure that there is only one step from insecticide to genocide.

Someone like Jean-Luc Godard is for me intellectual counterfeit money when compared to a good kung fu film.

Read, read, read, read, read, read, read, read, read, read, read, read, read...if you don't read, you will never be a filmmaker.

Money doesn't make films. You just do it and take the initiative.

Facts do not convey truth. That's a mistake. Facts create norms, but truth creates illumination.

What would an ocean be without a monster lurking in the dark? It would be like sleep without dreams.

Civilization is like a thin layer of ice upon a deep ocean of chaos and darkness.

It’s always the ones we’re not supposed to have who are the most irresistible.

When life throws trials and tribulations towards you, shield your destiny with courage, faith and perseverance.

Don't forget, when you refuse to make right choices, you have already chosen to live the wrong way! Indecision is a decision to live wrongly!

I suppose you really don't need those wires they used tonight, huh?" she said."I'm a vampire, not a ghost." He seemed offended.

Sometimes girls would come in and audition and they'd talk down, and it was like, "No, no, talk to the human eye level."

In this world, all power rests upon force.

I can't be a legend yet. I'm not dead.

I never did calligraphy... But handwriting is an entirely different kind of thing. It's part of the syndrome of modernism... It's part of that asceticism.

I love Marvel and the people there. Im glad I m still part of it.

No place is a place until things that have happened in it are remembered in history, ballads, yarns, legends, or monuments. Fictions serve as well as facts.