Nine out of ten delinquents are frustrated actors.

In terms of popular cinema, 'One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest' is as near perfection as I can think of.

The films that I really enjoy now are films that are made by, for wont of a better word, mavericks.

There are some people who walk into a room and they oxygenate it, by their very being there's fresh air. Then there are those who come in with the smell of death and they suck the life out.

Filmmaking is something I have to do. It's not something I particularly want to do.

You have to just go with your imagination, where your instinct takes you.

I know virtually no one of my age who can remember a hug, or a smile from their father, or a 'Let's go play football.'

A script is utterly useless in and of itself; it's only of any worth the minute your actors, your designers, your directors come into being.

Life is much weirder than fiction; nothing's more absurd.

I find the world more absurd now than I did when I was a kid.

I hate it when something is set in 1967 and every piece of furniture was made in 1967. No! If it's set in 1967, people have furniture given to them by their grandmother, which she bought in 1932!

Children are the ones that know exactly what's going on in the world, you know. They 'see' more than adults, 'believe' in more, are honest, and will always, 'always' let you know where you stand.

Triple tonguing? It was sort of invented. It wasnt in the script. It was something that I came up with.

Kids can spot a phony a mile away.

I'm shy, paranoid, whatever word you want to use. I hate fame. I've done everything I can to avoid it.

I do not cut my life up into days but my days into lives, each day, each hour, an entire life.

The middle class is growing that's the reality that nobody can stop.

Ahimsa is no mere theory with me, but it is a fact of life based on extensive experience.

I want to hear the artist. I want to hear them give me something that I can relate to, other than the fact that everything's about bragging.

it's your own fault for encouraging him..., you know. Now he thinks he's a human being. Neal of Queens cove

Love's ship has foundered on the rocks of life. We're quits: stupid to draw up a list of mutual sorrows, hurts and pains.