It's A Mistake To Confuse Pity With

I'm Just An Old Man And I Smell Bad, Remember?

Regret Isn't Going To Get Me Anywhere. It's Like Being Obsessed With Something. It Doesn't Bring You Anywhere.

If Man Merely Sat Back And Thought About His Impending Termination, And His Terrifying Insignificance And Aloneness In The Cosmos, He Would Surely Go Mad, Or Succumb To A Numbing Sense Of Futility. Why, He Might Ask Himself, Should He Bother To Write A Great Symphony, Or Strive To Make A Living, Or Even To Love Another, When He Is No More Than A Momentary Microbe On A Dust Mote Whirling Through The Unimaginable Immensity Of Space?

Have You Ever Had A Single Moment's Thought About My Responsibilities?

When I Made My First Film, I Think The Thing Was Probably Helped Me The Most Was That It Was Such An Unusual Thing To Do In The Early 50s For Someone Who Actually Go And Make A Film. People Thought It Was Impossible. It Really Is Terribly Easy. All Anybody Needs Is A Camera, A Tape Recorder, And Some Imagination.