That's the thing with independent cinema: They all get good reviews, and they don't make money. Some of them are good. Some are great. And some are terrible.

I wouldn't want the pressure of a Six Feet Under or the pressure of improvising like Curb Your Enthusiasm.

A lot of guys like to go to the beach and bring a crowd, but not me. I like to be alone and out there with a couple of pelicans.

I get a lot of teenagers going, 'Yo, Krueger,' and honking their horn and giving me the claw. Yeah, I'm recognized.

Kids today don't watch a black and white movie.

I have friends that are much better actors than I am that had to quit the business because they couldn't survive the auditions or the rejections, or people just didn't realize how good they were.

Most of my nightmares involve me forgetting my lines in a stage play.

The modern horror audience is wise to our tricks this lets it in on the gag.

I think superheroes today are like whistle blowers.

The last time we had Freddy in reality was part two and Freddy sort of went out on his own.

That old rock and roll song, "looking for love in all the wrong places," it's true.

A fool friend always does something that the enemy wishes.

The happiest moments of my life have been the few which I have passed at home in the bosom of my family.

My dad would always say, "When you look at a photo do you see yourself last?"

If you cry 'forward', you must without fail make plain in what direction to go.

The art of writing fiction is to sail as dangerously close to the truth as possible without sinking the ship

The trouble with us in America isn't that the poetry of life has turned to prose, but that it has turned to Advertising copy.

Men prominent in life are mostly hard to converse with. They lack small-talk, and at the same time one doesn't like to confront them with their own great themes.

Potential is universal, opportunity is not.

When I was a younger man and had a life, I owned an El Camino pickup in the '70s. It was a real sort of Southern deal. I had Astroturf in the back.

One tires of a page of which every sentence sparkles with points, of a sentimentalist who is always pumping the tears from his eyes or your own.