“My life is proof that I don’t need you to do what I do. If there’s no one to see it, I’ll watch it.”

I grew up in the Bronx. I’m into rap music.

I’m a lapsed Buddhist like I’m a lapsed Catholic. I take it to a point.

How you look to help other people, and how you get out of this ‘I, me, mine’ type of thing.

The actors that I love to work with, they’re hard on me. They’re pushing me.

I don’t want to live anywhere where I’m breathing two million cars’ fumes and paying a zillion dollars for the right to be totally hassled.

I direct, and I make movies I can’t finance. I can’t raise money. I can’t sell anything. I make things.

I’m not a big fan of talking about dying. And then I make a movie where I kill everybody.

I don’t need to push myself. I don’t need to sharpen my own knife and slit my throat.

I don’t have a problem with Werner Herzog.

I’m living in a real postmodern time – every single thing sings to you to tell you it’s started, it’s stopped, you’ve got a message, you didn’t get a message.

Most filmmaking is about shaking hands and just starting.

And get off your spot and take that knowledge you have not to fix yourself into a place but to keep going.

I grew up in the ’60s, which was a creative time, so it wasn’t that big of a stretch to go from a baseball bat to a guitar to a film camera.

Рow can we be, even if it is the last day on earth? It’s like Christmas Eve. “Okay, it’s going to be Christmas.

There’s a difference between the world ending tomorrow and just drinking and drugging yourself to death.

Life is what happens when you’re doing other things, right?

Those with brains, but no religion, And those with religion, but no brains.

No Joni Mitchell 8 track tapes in my car.

There is no happiness. There is only concentration.

No Time For Goodbye is a deliciously smart thriller, full of surprises and perfect pacing. I’m jealous I didn’t write it.

To me, there is no difference between ‘natural’ and ‘adopted.’ .

There’s no one who’s dropped on top of the mountain. You’ve got to work your way to the top.

No man or woman should be sentenced to the shadows of silence for something he or she has said or written.

In the 70s, what thrash was there? Punk came on, and that was cool. But there was no thrash.