We are suffering from a glut of too many 3-D movies and not enough screens.

People spend the money where the money is. Nightmare never goes away.

I feel I'm just meant to do stop-motion. Live-action is much more glamorous to some, but it's basically a whole army of people focused on one thing.

There's very few people who want to just make beautiful films that make money when they can make films that make huge money.

I'm not a public enough persona to be big and loud at the front of the ship. I'd rather more quietly interact with the artisan animators.

Miyazaki's films in Japan are bigger than Titanic. He's an incredible rock star there. In the US, they don't do as well.

There's always kids who become stop motion animators. I get stuff all the time. They put it on YouTube. It's exciting to see.

It's nice to be taken seriously.

I'm supporting an up-and-coming director. It's the time in my life that I want to share what I know and pass it along.

There's definitely the desire out there for young people who want to make the movies.

People are very harsh critics of animated humans.

Why did you leave? Am I not good enough? Where did you go? When did it happen? ..Who are you?

A woman should be home with the children, building that home and making sure there's a secure family atmosphere.

It is in the Negev that the creativity and pioneer vigor of Israel shall be tested.

I learned quickly at Columbia that the only eye that mattered was the one on the camera.

The energy is important. It's the rebirth of the character. Even more than the sentence itself, it's the energy that has to come through. It's really 'Thank you!'

I found that if I got up on the stage to entertain the troops I could make them shut up and look.

The most important thing is, how can I move forward towards something that I can't articulate, that is new in storytelling with moving images and sound?

Give ordinary people the right tools, and they will design and build the most extraordinary things.

Swing your razor wide! Sweeney, hold it to the skies!

Effort ceases. Time flaps on the mast. There we stop; there we stand. Rigid, the skeleton of habit alone upholds the human frame