Maybe the poets are right. Maybe love is the only answer.
For a while we pondered whether to take a vacation or get a divorce. We decided that a trip to Bermuda is over in two weeks, but a divorce is something you always have.
My films are therapy for my debilitating depression. In institutions people weave baskets. I make films.
You know how you’re always trying to get things to come out perfect in art because it’s real difficult in life.
I’d never join a club that would allow a person like me to become a member.
I write about what I want to write about, and so the film comes out as a very personal expression even if its subject matter is totally prefabricated.
Interestingly, according to modern astronomers, space is finite. This is a very comforting thought-particularly for people who can never remember where they have left things.
I prefer the magic to reality, and have since I was 5 years old. Hopefully, I can continue to make films and constantly escape into them.
Why does man kill? He kills for food. And not only food: frequently there must be a beverage.
The audience is making the film and not the film-maker.
My experience creatively is different than my experience in life, for, as my father would say, the simple reason that you can’t get hurt when everything goes wrong creatively.
I’ve often felt that life is a hard deal and it’s unrelentingly tragic and an uphill fight.
Culturally speaking, I was raised in a Jewish household. In addition to the religious side of it, I was taught respect for books and learning and the higher professions like medicine and law and teaching.
I love baseball. You know, it doesn’t have to mean anything. It’s just very beautiful to watch.
And my parents finally realize I’m kidnapped and they snap into action immediately: They rent out my room.
I’m a terrible musician. While the band members are great, I’m tolerated and affectionately regarded because I do movies, but if I had to make my living as a musician I would starve. I’m like a Sunday tennis player.
I said this to my daughter, if you don’t practice the guitar, when you get older you wouldn’t be able to play it. It’s that simple. If you want to play the guitar, you put a half hour in everyday, but you have to do it.
My Lord, my Lord! What hath Thou done lately?
There’s no rhyme or reason to anything that I do. It’s whatever seems right at the time.
I prefer to achieve immortality by not dying.