The universe couldn't care less about us. I say this very clearly in the film [ "Into the Inferno"]: our planet is "indifferent to scurrying roaches, retarded reptiles and vapid humans alike."

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.

This is love: to fly toward a secret sky, to cause a hundred veils to fall each moment. First to let go of life. Finally, to take a step without feet.

It's not the nineteenth century

In all of our society, but especially in Hollywood, there is an obsession with perfection that can lead to self-loathing and neurosis and all that kind of stuff.

The afternoon had made them tranquil for a while, as if to give them a deep memory for the long parting the next day promised.

I don't like religion; I don't like anything or anybody which tells me what to do! We must take orders only from our own intelligence!

I have a greater goal - to empower young people through music education.

What's new is this amazingly efficient distribution system for stolen property called the Internet - and no one's gonna shut down the Internet.

The ego needs recognition. The spirit does not need to thank itself.

The one thing I worry about with that is whether or not we're edgy enough for the young kids. You know, does a 20-year-old like the fact that he can play it for his dad? Is that cool?

I think [Pat] Buchanan is far too easily and glibly dismissed.