A question that sometimes drives me hazy: am I or are the others crazy?
But I dare not think too far into the future on the risk that I'll miss the present.
I love the grandiosity, how sweepingly entertaining films can be. And I think there's a place for films that pry more into the human condition.
You're scrutinized all through your life - you're scrutinized by your family, by yourself, by society, and your friends in a certain way, shape, or form.
I like to go for a little drive up the California coast.
I don't go to the gym or practice yoga. And the closest thing I have to a nutritionist is the Carlsberg Beer Company. I just have the appetite of a pigeon.
Her Majesty's Secret Service wouldn't have me on the payroll.
I don't like the word 'superstar'. It has ridiculous implications. These words - star, stupor, superstar, stupid star - they're misleading. It's a myth.
The white press itself created civil right leaders.
I wanted to write in Kitchenese, the secret language of cooks, instantly recognizable to anyone who has ever dunked french fries for a summer job or suffered under the despotic rule of a tyrannical chef or boobish owner.
Instead of indulging in mere speculation, devote yourself here and now to the search for the Truth that is ever within you.