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I Believe In The Soul ... The Small Of A Woman's Back, The Hanging Curveball, High Fiber, Good Scotch, That The Novels Of Susan Sontag Are Self-indulgent, Overrated Crap. I Believe Lee Harvey Oswald Acted Alone. I Believe There Ought To Be A Constitutional Amendment Outlawing Astroturf And The Designated Hitter. I Believe In The Sweet Spot, Soft-core Pornography, Opening Your Presents Christmas Morning Rather Than Christmas Eve, And I Believe In Long, Slow, Deep, Soft, Wet Kisses That Last Three Days.

Conventional Wisdom Can Get Us Into So Much Trouble, Especially As Artists.

I Know I Have This Level Of Celebrity, Of Fame, International, National, Whatever You Want To Call It, But It's A Pretty Surreal Thing To Think Sometimes That You're In The Middle Of Another Famous Person's Life And You Think To Yourself, 'how The Hell Did I Get Famous? What Is This Some Weird Club That We're In?'

I Like When My Face Tingles, When The Hair On The Back Of My Neck Stands Up.

When I Make A Film I'm Away From Home For Two To Three Months. So I Want My Kids To Look At My Films One Day And Say, I Love His Movies, I Love His Choices-because He Loved Them.