You're So Stupid, Rose!

Old Rose: It's Been 84 Years, And I Can Still Smell The Fresh Paint. The China Had Never Been Used. The Sheets Had Never Been Slept In. Titanic Was Called The Ship Of Dreams, And It Was. It Really Was.

Don't Get Seduced By Your Own Stuff. Don't Get High On Your Own Supply. The Hardest Thing As A Filmmaker Is When You're Watching A Film That You've Worked On For Several Years. You Know Every Frame So Intimately That Holding Lots Of The Objectivity Of A New Viewer Who Has Just Seen It For The First Time Is The Hardest Thing. Every Aesthetic Decision You Make - And You Make Thousands Of Them Every Day, Have To - In Theory, Must Be Done From You Being A Blank Slate. You Almost Have To Run A Program, Like A Mind Wipe, Every Time You Watch The Movie.

I Always Do Makeup Touch-ups Myself, Especially For Blood, Wounds, And Dirt. It Saves So Much Time.

Failure Is An Option, Fear Is Not.

I've Sworn Off Agnosticism, Which I Now Call Cowardly Atheism. I've Come To The Position That In The Complete Absence Of Any Supporting Data Whatsover For The Persistence Of The Individual In Some Spiritual Form, It Is Necessary To Operate Under The Provisional Conclusion That There Is No Afterlife And Then Be Ready To Amend That If I Find Out Otherwise.