My God, I'd Love To Smash Into

Directing Is A Terrible, Anxious Process. It's All Collaboration, And If You Have A Dream, It's Diluted Very Quickly By The Slightest Ineptness In Any Of Your Collaborators. They're Supposed To Help You, But Too Often They Help You Into Your Grave.

Being Short Never Bothered Me For Three Seconds. The Rest Of The Time I Wanted To Commit Suicide.

The Thing Is To Be Brave And Move The Audience With You, Instead Of Cater To The Lowest Common Denominator, You Know, Slipping On A Banana Peel And Falling On Your Ass. You Got To Move The Audience A Little Further Ahead In Terms Of Their Appreciation Of What Is Comedy. It's Complicated.

I'm Still A Horse That Can Run. I May Not Be Able To Win The Derby, But What Do You Do When You Retire? People Retire And They Vegetate. They Go Away And They Dry Up.

My Movies Were Not Reaping The Kind Of Emotional Rewards That I Wanted. I Wanted Them To Be Appreciated And They Weren't. I Didn't Want The Reviews To Say, "mel Brooks Has Made Another Movie," And You Get The Title Somewhere In The Second Paragraph.