Frankfurt, discussing a stuntman: He missed being killed in that shot be literally half an inch.

When I was a teenager there was no video in my country. Betamax came to Mexico very slowly.

But I think we are seeing a resurgence of the graphic ghost story like The Others, Devil's Backbone and The Sixth Sense. It is a return to more gothic atmospheric ghost storytelling.

In a world where we are so pragmatic and materialistic, fear is the only emotion that allows even a sophisticated person to believe in something beyond.

You only find yourself when you disobey. Disobedience is the beginning of responsibility, I think.

The butterfly does not look back upon its caterpillar self, either fondly or wistfully; it simply flies on.

If you're not operating on an instinctive level, you're not an artist.... Reason over emotion is bullshit, absolute bullshit... We suffocate ourselves in rules. I find fantasy liberating.

I have a sort of a fetish for insects, clockwork, monsters, dark places, and unborn things

Well, the first thing is that I love monsters, I identify with monsters.

You have to believe the magic to see it.

Night is real. Night is not an absence of light, but in fact, it is daytime that is a brief respite from the looming darkness.

Just because you will not see the work completed does not mean you are free not to take it up.

It's wrong to anticipate evil.

When a deep injury is done us, we never recover until we forgive.

Weapons are kept from women, but such a naming suggests that perhaps men fear our talents in war as well as our desire for peace.

Women are more emotional. They do get flustered. Which is not to say that men are better than they. It's simply the way it is.

I used to care about how other people thought I led my life. But lately I've realized that most people are too preoccupied with their own lives to give anybody else even the scantiest of thoughts.

I've got no problems with my age. I rejoice in the knowledge I have accrued and savor the greatest moments, because I know how fast it goes.

The new statement is always hated by the old, and, to those dwelling in the old, comes like an abyss of skepticism.

I lack the peace of simple things. I am never wholly in place. I find no peace or grace. We sell the world to buy fire, our way lighted by burning men.

I despise formal restaurants. I find all of that formality to be very base and vile. I would much rather eat potato chips on the sidewalk.