Someone threw a cabbage at William Howard Taft. That didn't bother Taft. He quipped, "I see that one of my adversaries has lost his head.

Your soul sings to mine. My soul is yours, and it always will be, in any world.

I like to do matrices. One option per line, different facets for each column. Salary, location, happiness index, failure index, and all that.

All of life and human relations have become so incomprehensibly complex that, when you think about it, it becomes terrifying and your heart stands still.

Some films I say no to and they end up working very well, but I don't care, I just want to do something exciting.

Two tasks at the beginning of your life: to narrow your orbit more and more, and ever and again to check whether you are not in hiding somewhere outside your orbit.

Labels are for cans, not for people.

I always wanted to work with Michael Jackson. His music will live forever and with technology nowadays... maybe I could.

... privation is the source of appetite.

Tobacco surely was designed To poison, and destroy mankind.

My life was pretty rough.