To live as an artist requires hard work or some extraordinary good fortune to come your way.

We never love anyone. Not really. We only love our idea of another person. It is some conception of our own that we love. We love ourselves, in fact.

Dignity was the first quality to be abandoned when the heart took over the running of human affairs.

The last thing you know about yourself is your effect.

I don't think they'll ever make a retro Bond.

There are things in life we don't understand, and when we meet them, all we can do is let them alone.

I have teken refuge in the doctrine that advises one not to seek tranquility in certainty but in permanently suspended judgement.

We keep a journal to entrap that collection of selves that forms us, the individual human being.

I have to start my real life soon, before I die of boredom and frustration.

Film is a medium of clear lines and broad strikes - which can be fantastic - but compared to the subtleties and nuances of a novel, it doesn't even get close.

I let people off the hook too easily.

The best way to be thankful for the gift of life is to not throw it away.

Brave men rejoice in adversity just as brave soldiers triumph in war.

The snow has quietness in it; no songs, no smells, no shouts or traffic. When I speak my own voice shocks me.

Love's like a junkie, addiction's a fact. Passion's a monkey, you can't keep off your back.

I collect hats. That's what you do when you're bald.

I'm always dreaming and doing.

I must admit to being greatly influenced by Joseph Campbell's The Hero With a Thousand Faces.

I stick to safe, controlled movement. If it's not safe, I just won't do it.

As any action or posture, long continued, will distort and disfigure the limbs, so the mind likewise is crippled and contracted by perpetual application to the same set of ideas.

What pleasure can those over-happy persons know, who, from their affluence and luxury, always eat before they are hungry and drink before they are thirsty?