Art lost its basic creative drive the moment it was separated from worship . . . In former days the artist remained unknown and his work was to the glory of God.

Film as dream, film as music. No art passes our conscience in the way film does, and goes directly to our feelings, deep down into the dark rooms of our souls.

I write scripts to serve as skeletons awaiting the flesh and sinew of images.

Everything is worth precisely as much as a belch, the difference being that a belch is more satisfying.

I hope I never get so old I get religious.