I'm not really satisfied with anything I have written to date.
I cannot understand why the poets of our day wax indignant at the vulgarity of their age and complain of having come into the world too early or too late. I believe that every man of intellect can create his own beautiful fable of life.
Music became so commercialized that I just didn't want anything to do with it. I renounced the industry before it became the fashionable thing to do.
I went to Juilliard as a clarinet major, and somewhere between the beginning and the end, I stopped playing it. I asked myself who was I reaching... I just fell out of love with it.
It is hard to watch myself. I'm hypercritical, and it's difficult to watch a performance when I may end up being at odds with it - wishing I'd done something differently or that they had edited it a certain way.
Most artists I run into aren't that thrilled with what they do anyway. They are glad to have different versions out there to see which one the audience likes the best.
I disliked singing in English and neither liked the story nor the character of Cressida.
Once a film is shot, the thing that mostly happens is that I go see all the things I would have fixed in my performance and sometimes, very rarely, I see a moment that surprise me and I go, "Oh, that's not bad. That was nice."
I'm dissatisfied with every record the Beatles ever f***ing made. There ain't one of them I wouldn't remake.
Every creator painfully experiences the chasm between his inner vision and its ultimate expression.
You can finish the day's filming or the whole shoot or watch something months later and think you could have done it so much better. It's frustrating.
