The churning of a human mind is unpredictable, as is the anatomy of the human heart.
I have always been a huge admirer of my own work. I'm one of the funniest and most entertaining writers I know.
I've been accused of vulgarity. I say that's bullshit.
I don't think in terms of results at all. I think: what next insanity can I shock the world with?
Bad taste is simply saying the truth before it should be said.
The audience. They see the name Mel Brooks, they want something really funny. They don't want to be moved; they don't want to be taught any lessons. [. . . ] I get more letters for Twelve Chairs and Life Stinks than I get from any other movies, because people actually agree with the philosophy, or were moved, or they love the movie.
I don't know what to say so I'll just say what's in my heart. . . badoom, badoom, badoom.
And I'll tell you, I've seen the lightning flash. I've heard the thunder roll. I felt sin-breakers dashing, trying to conquer my soul. But I heard the voice of Jesus saying still to fight on. He promised never to leave me, never to leave me alone. No, never alone. He promised never to leave me, never to leave me alone.
Since a three-dimensional object casts a two-dimensional shadow, we should be able to imagine the unknown four-dimensional object whose shadow we are. I for my part am fascinated by the search for a one-dimensional object that casts no shadow at all.
I don't know a critic who penetrates the center of anything.
Because we live in a condition of ubiquitous music and media, and near infinite technological memory, it is much easier for local cultures to find an audience that resonates with their music, whether local or globally.