In A Sea Of Stories,

Everything That You Could Think About In Life, Or Experience, Or Be Interested In, Theoretically Should Be Expressed Or Dealt With In Cinema. But The Way Typical Narratives Are Set Up, There's No Room For Philosophy, Because It's Just Digressive Material. It's Not Advancing The Plot, So There's No Place For It. It's The Kind Of Stuff You Would Cut Out, And That You Shouldn't Have Put In There To Begin With.

I'd Be Fine To Make Movies And Have Them Never Come Out. But You Have To Deal With The Business Side. You Can't Get Too Emotionally Invested, Because Again, You've Got No Control. There's Going To Be Some Huge Film Out That Everyone Goes To, And It Probably Won't Be Mine.

I Want To Make A Film About A Factory Worker.

I've Never Been A Guy Who Had More Than A Toe In Hollywood Anyway, So My Toe Is More Easily Lopped Off Than Most.

To Those Humans In Whom I Have Faith; I Wish Suffering, Being Forsaken, Sickness, Maltreatment, Humiliation. I Wish That They Should Not Remain Unfamiliar With Profound Self-contempt, The Torture Of Self-mistrust, And The Misery Of The Vanquished. I Have No Pity For Them Because I Wish Them The Only Thing That Can Prove Today Whether One Is Worth Anything Or Not—that One Endures' . . . Remember, The Passion For Destruction Is Also A Creative Passion.