It’s only words… unless they’re true.

Every reiteration of the idea that _nothing matters_ debases the human spirit.Every reiteration of the idea that there is no drama in modern life, there is only dramatization, that there is no tragedy, there is...

Superman comics are a fable, not of strength, but of disintegration. They appeal to the preadolescent, (sic) mind not because they reiterate grandiose delusions, but because they reiterate a very deep cry for help.Superman’s two...

The basis of drama is … is the struggle of the hero towards a specific goal at the end of which he realizes that what kept him from it was, in the lesser drama, civilization...

Every scene should be able to answer three questions: “Who wants what from whom? What happens if they don’t get it? Why now?

We live in oppressive times. We have, as a nation, become our own thought police; but instead of calling the process by which we limit our expression of dissent and wonder ‘censorship,’ we call it...

My Alma mater is the Chicago Public Library.

The leaf of the camomile, parboiled in water, conduces to calm. And yet I do not worship it.

What is our life: (Pause.) it’s looking forward or it’s looking back. And that’s our life. That’s it. Where is the moment?

…My dad, may he rest in peace, taught me many wonderful things. And one of the things he taught me was never ask a guy what you do for a living. He said “If you...

In the meantime: (1) be direct; (2) remember that, being smarter than men, women respond to courtesy and kindness; (3) if you want to know what kind of a wife someone will make, observe her...

Put. That coffee. Down. Coffee’s for closers only.

All drama is about lies. All drama is about something that’s hidden. A drama starts because a situation becomes imbalanced by a lie. The lie may be something we tell each other or something we...

Invent nothing, deny nothing, speak up, stand up, stay out of school.

Life in the movie business is like the beginning of a new love affair: it’s full of surprises, and you’re constantly getting fucked.

If I could go back would I do it differently? Well, I can’t go back.

You know, I once read an interesting book which said that, uh, most people lost in the wilds, they, they die of shame. Yeah, see, they die of shame. ‘What did I do wrong? How...

We must have a pie. Stress cannot exist in the presence of a pie.

We’re all put to the test… but it never comes in the form or at the point we would prefer, does it?