What Point Is There To

I Hate It When Something Is Set In 1967 And Every Piece Of Furniture Was Made In 1967. No! If It's Set In 1967, People Have Furniture Given To Them By Their Grandmother, Which She Bought In 1932!

I Find The World More Absurd Now Than I Did When I Was A Kid.

Truth Is I Don't Think God On A Daily Basis. I Think Politics, Science.

A Script Is Utterly Useless In And Of Itself; It's Only Of Any Worth The Minute Your Actors, Your Designers, Your Directors Come Into Being.

A Lot Of Actors Aren't Particularly Good Directors. And They're Not Particularly Good With Other Actors. That's Kind Of A Fallacy.