The danger is to stupidly believe that depicting facts gives us much insight. If facts were the only thing that counted, the telephone directory would be the book of books.

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 is ignorance that causes most mistakes.

You might be a redneck if you have refused to watch the Academy Awards since Smokey and the Bandit was snubbed for best picture.

Being a systematic theologian allows me to indulge all my interests - in literature, film, art, music - by relating them all to God.

Please pray & wish me well (in hearing session). All I want is to clear my name and return to the badminton.

If you stick with running, the day will come when you'll want to live forever.

What I'm trying to say is the Holocaust was a horrific crime against humanity and frankly, I would never want to see that repeated.

The Earth is a tiny blue speck in a universe of unfriendly options.

I loved the Romeo and Juliet of the whole thing; this forbidden love between these two characters.

As for critical writing about modernism, its moments of lucidity are but fulgurations illuminating the dark and incomprehensible landscape of its subject's unabashed difficulty.

But miserable most, to love unloved? This you should pity rather than despise