“I was very much into buying contemporary art, but I’ve just decided I want to get rid of it all. Not that it’s not great art, but all of a sudden my mood has changed, and I want to go back to seventeenth- and eighteenth-century masters.”

Movies are a collective art. Art by proxy.

Every generation has to find their own heroes.

Love is absolute loyalty. People fade, looks fade, but the loyalty never fades.

I respect a woman too much to marry her.

If you’re willing to take the humiliation of sticking your head above the crowd, maybe it’s, you know, the pleasure will be worth the pain.

I’m a big believer that, in life, we can’t succeed in everything. Most times, we lose.

The more I go to church and the more I turn myself over to the process of believing in Jesus and listening to His Word and having Him guide my hand, I feel as though the pressure is off me now.

You are what you leave behind.

Action is always seen as the bottom rung of thespian endeavour, that’s just the way it is.

Gangster is the truest friend I can ever ask for.

I’m not a genetically superior person. I built my body.

I think that gravity sets into everything, including careers, but pendulums do swing and mountains do become valleys after a while if you keep on walking.

When crossing someone’s borders you have to be prepared to engage in a war that is far more brutal than if it were to take place on neutral territory.

I made some truly awful movies. ‘Stop! Or My Mom Will Shoot’ was the worst. If you ever want someone to confess to murder just make him or her sit through that film. They will confess to anything after 15 minutes.

To me, the most perfect screenplay ever written will be one word, when you finally reduce it down to that. Until then, writing will be an imperfect form of communication.

The church is the gym of the soul.

O, thou art fairer than the evening air clad in the beauty of a thousand stars.

Art remains the one way possible of speaking truth.

Art has nothing to do with clarity, does not dabble in the clear and does not make clear

Poetry is a counterfeit creation, and makes things that are not, as though they were.

The life so short, the craft so long to learn.

Bright star, would I were steadfast as thou art– Not in lone splendour hung aloft the night And watching, with eternal lids apart, Like nature’s patient, sleepless Eremite.

So therefore I dedicate myself, to my art, my sleep, my dreams, my labors, my suffrances, my loneliness, my unique madness, my endless absorption and hunger because I cannot dedicate myself to any fellow being.

We make out of the quarrel with others, rhetoric, but of the quarrel with ourselves, poetry.