People Are Beautiful Wrecks.

Literally, If Someone Says I Am Grounded, Everyday I Am At Home, I Actually Have My Hands In The Ground And Dirt Under My Fingernails. I Don't Have A Staff To Do It All For Me. I Still Plant A Seed And I'm Amazed It Grows.

I Believe The Death Of Bobby Kennedy Was In Many Ways The Death Of Decency In America. I Think It Was The Death Of Manners And Formality, The Death Of Poetry And The Death Of A Dream.

We're All Imperfect. And Wouldn't It Be Great If The Message Sent Out By The Mainstream Media Is That We're Fine Being Exactly Who We Are? Wouldn't That Be Great For Everyone?

This Is One Of The Benefits, As Well As One Of The Difficulties Of Directing A Member Of Your Family. You Know Where The Buttons Are. You Can Push Them If You Want.

My Father Is The Hollywood Equivalent Of A Clean, Fillet-brazed Frame. My Brother Is Like One Of Those Fat-tubed Aluminum Cannondales. I'm More Like One Of Those Taiwanese Masis.