I think creative people need to do a bit of, you know, tuning into every radio station - you just do, otherwise you don't know much about other people. You kind of have to learn a bit about yourself so you can work out how we all behave and why we do...
I don't know who I touch and who I don't. I work hard trying to make people laugh. I try to do the kind of stuff that made me laugh growing up. I don't have any secrets. I don't know the reasons I've been so well received.
Many of the crew members I work with and continue to work with were friends or have become close friends, and so we keep working together. And I like casting friends of mine or people I know in parts I know would be perfect for them. I like to bring ...
The trouble with the jokes is that once they're written, I know how they're supposed to work, and all I can do is not hit them. I'm more comfortable improvising. If I have just two or three ideas and I know how the character feels, what the character...
A model needs to know how to project herself into the camera.
You know what makes me teary? Goya. Goya makes me cry.
I know music is subjective.
When you have read a book for the first time, you get to know a friend; read it for a second time and you meet an old friend.
You know, Willie Wonka said it best: we are the makers of dreams, the dreamers of dreams.
A neurosis is a secret that you don't know you are keeping.
To be too knowing is a downfall.
I know when I'm not wanted.
One shouldn't know the future.
How do I do it? I don't know how I wouldn't do it - that's the thing.
I know that I basically have the same hair as Beaker from 'the Muppets.'
I know all the critics.
I'm an old curmudgeon and I know it.
The problem is with men. I know I shouldn't say this, but they've shrouded and hidden women to hide their incompetence.
No one knows what women want!
So in this Hemisphere when the moon goes down, I sit in one of those all-night-into-mornings cafes, watching short short skies below the skyscrapers and low-rises and sense the big turntables turning and the roadies setting up from stadium to stadium...
It is our suffering that brings us together. It is not love. Love does not obey the mind, and turns to hate when forced. The bond that binds us is beyond choice. We are brothers. We are brothers in what we share. In pain, which each of us must suffer...
