The heart is a very, very resilient little muscle. It really is.

Nothing like a little post-traumatic stress disorder to make your day complete.

I'm really impotent against the overwhelming bleakness of the universe and the only thing I can do is my little gift [filmmaking] and do it the best I can, which is cold comfort.

Hey listen -- I've proved a lot of things. That's how I pay my rent. Theories and little observations. A puckish remark now and then. Occasional maxims. It beats picking olives, but let's not get carried away.

Existence for eternity could get a little boring... especially towards the end.