When I was growing up in the '60s I would have thought that westerns would last forever.

The dynamic is extremely similar to Gremlins and the hero is very similar, plus the small town atmosphere. It really is in a way the third Gremlins movie.

A lot of filmmakers from my generation were lucky enough to have their work more or less perpetuated by people who saw them originally on TV and on HBO and certainly on home video.

Editing is where movies are made or broken. Many a film has been saved and many a film has been ruined in the editing room.

You don't paint pictures to put them in your attic. You want people to look at them.

You do form a cadre of people that you trust and who are good at their jobs and who know you and what your quirks and foibles are. It makes making movies very collegial and a lot more fun.

Daffy, of course, wants to go on the journey with him but the studio decides they want Daffy back, so Bugs and a young studio executive heroine have to go out and try to bring him back.

I mean, movies are all geared to be basically under 25, and they're all tentpoles, explosions, excitement and all that - they take advantage of the big screen, which is great.

I don't believe that you can judge the worth of a movie in the atmosphere in which it comes out the first time. There's just so many reasons why some pictures don't catch on.

Finding a writer who can write decent kids' dialog and finding kids that can act realistically and not 'cute' is an effort.

One of the things I've always tried to do is to inject myself as much as possible into the movie, so I feel like it's mine.

Follow your heart, Ithilnin, " Albirich repeated. "Time is precious. Don't waste it living someone else's life.

While the heart beats, hope lingers.

I pulled out Riptide.

Photography doesn't teach you to express your emotions; it teaches you how to see.

What joy when the insouciant armadillo glances at us and doesn't quicken his trotting across the track into the palm brush. What is this joy? That no animal falters, but knows what it must do?

Spring, / you are a pinking shears: you cut / fresh edges on the world.

In a calm sea every man is a pilot.

Ambition is like hunger; it obeys no law but its appetite

I have always been an active part of my community.

You ask me what forces me to speak? a strange thing; my conscience.