“I hate Woody Allen physically, I dislike that kind of man.”

I love informality. I hate dressing up. I hate to be conventional – and I hate every kind of snob.

Now I’m an old Christmas tree, the roots of which have died. They just come along and while the little needles fall off me replace them with medallions.

There are three intolerable things in life – cold coffee, lukewarm champagne, and overexcited women.

A man is not from where he is born, but where he chooses to die.

I have a great love and respect for religion, great love and respect for atheism. What I hate is agnosticism, people who do not choose.

Don’t give them what you think they want. Give them what they never thought was possible.

I passionately hate the idea of being with it; I think an artist has always to be out of step with his time.

I don’t pray really, because I don’t want to bore God.

The director is simply the audience. His job is to preside over accidents.

In my opinion, there are two things that can absolutely not be carried to the screen: the realistic presentation of the sexual act and praying to God.

Ask not what you can do for your country. Ask what’s for lunch.

Our songs will all be silenced, but what of it? Go on singing.

If there hadn’t been women we’d still be squatting in a cave eating raw meat, because we made civilization in order to impress our girlfriends.

A writer needs a pen, an artist needs a brush, but a filmmaker needs an army.

Personally, I don’t like a girlfriend to have a husband. If she’ll fool her husband, I figure she’ll fool me.

I’ve never understood the cult of Hitchcock. Particularly the late American movies. Egotism and laziness. And they’re all lit like television shows.

Hate is more lasting than dislike.

I hate being all tidy like a book in a library where nobody reads – prison is horribly like that.

Few people can be happy unless they hate some other person, nation, or creed.

I do not hate the scars they hold me together binding flesh and experience gnarled lines.

Please, don’t listen to all the hate and take a little break to fall in love with you.

We have each other, we make love and then we hate each other and we become strangers.

I’ve said it a million times before and I’ll say it a million more I’d hate to be just like you all the damage you have done I’ve tried to undo I plan to set myself free from the branches of my family tree.

I hold that he who teaches that not reason but love should rule opens up the way for those who rule by hate.