Maybe The Poets Are Right. Maybe Love

Enthusiasm Is A Good Engine, But It Needs Intelligence For A Driver.

Twenty-one Years Ago, When I First Heard Mia Farrow Had Accused Me Of Child Molestation, I Found The Idea So Ludicrous I Didn't Give It A Second Thought. We Were Involved In A Terribly Acrimonious Breakup, With Great Enmity Between Us And A Custody Battle Slowly Gathering Energy. The Self-serving Transparency Of Her Malevolence Seemed So Obvious I Didn't Even Hire A Lawyer To Defend Myself. It Was My Show Business Attorney Who Told Me She Was Bringing The Accusation To The Police And I Would Need A Criminal Lawyer.

God Is Silent. Now If Only Man Would Shut Up.

My Wife And I Thought We Were In Love, But It Turned Out To Be Benign

If My Films Make One More Person Miserable, I'll Feel I Have Done My Job.