Take The Money And Run.

If My Films Make One More Person Miserable, I'll Feel I Have Done My Job.

I Have One Last Request. Don't Use Embalming Fluid On Me; I Want To Be Stuffed With Crab Meat.

The Artist's Job Is Not To Succumb To Despair But To Find An Antidote For The Emptiness Of Existence.

[the Universe Is] Haphazard, Morally Neutral, And Unimaginably Violent.

If You Aren't Failing Every Now And Then, You're Probably Playing It Too Safe.