When you get to political machines that can control a state, then you're really into organized crime - almost. You're fighting a political mafia.

There are no rules in filmmaking. Only sins. And the cardinal sin is dullness.

No saint, no pope, no general, no sultan, has ever had the power that a filmmaker has; the power to talk to hundreds of millions of people for two hours in the dark.

There are no rules in filmmaking

My films must let every man, woman, and child know that God loves them, that I love them, and that peace and salvation will become a reality only when they all learn to love each other.

Friend, you are a divine mingle-mangle of guts and stardust. So hang in there! If doors opened for me, they can open for anyone.

I made mistakes in drama. I thought drama was when actors cried. But drama is when the audience cries.

A hunch is creativity trying to tell you something.

I always felt the world cannot fall apart as long as free men see the rainbow, feel the rain and hear the laugh of a child.

Most ideologies of the world are not for the individual. They're against the individual. Communism, fascism. Any kind of an ism - almost - they're against the individual.

My Advice to Young Filmmakers is This: Don't Follow Trends. Start Them!

Holly girl, you are all too human, I can assure you. Prickly and awkward and human, because that's what witches are - human, that is, not necessarily the prickly and annoying bit. That's just you.

Crap. I was hopin’ all things ugly had been raptured, but you’re still muckin’ up the planet.”“We must share the same faith, honey. ’Cause beauty checked out when you showed up.

Sierra, it's Christmastime. Put a stupid mistletoe over his head and kiss him already!

One more such victory and we are undone.

We have had a rewarding relationship, the belly and I.

I don’t know, shifted a little or something, smoothed down–people would think of me the way they think of Dave, and everything would always be perfect. I would be perfect.

Gambling promises the poor what property performs for the rich-something for nothing.

I still believe in love, most definitely. I'm just going to let that take the lead.

Of course they needed to care. It was the meaning of everything.

Oh, the ongoing love affair between hair and mouths. Hair always goes for the mouth. The mouth opens, and hair says, "I'm going in! I'm going in!" like a manic cave diver.