I'm not a public enough persona to be big and loud at the front of the ship. I'd rather more quietly interact with the artisan animators.

People spend the money where the money is. Nightmare never goes away.

I feel I'm just meant to do stop-motion. Live-action is much more glamorous to some, but it's basically a whole army of people focused on one thing.

There's very few people who want to just make beautiful films that make money when they can make films that make huge money.

Miyazaki's films in Japan are bigger than Titanic. He's an incredible rock star there. In the US, they don't do as well.

We are suffering from a glut of too many 3-D movies and not enough screens.

There's always kids who become stop motion animators. I get stuff all the time. They put it on YouTube. It's exciting to see.

It's nice to be taken seriously.

I'm supporting an up-and-coming director. It's the time in my life that I want to share what I know and pass it along.

There's definitely the desire out there for young people who want to make the movies.

People are very harsh critics of animated humans.

The way to Bliss is through Understanding, through Wisdom.

I swear, gentlemen, that to be too conscious is an illness - a real thorough-going illness.

Some of the smartest men have a hard time comprehending the obvious.

People tend to want to live up to their friends’ high regard.

It is hundreds of tiny threads of memories, which sew people together through the years. Despite, their mental separation they stay woven into that tapestry out of habit, emotion, obsession or fear.

Everyone calls his son his son, whether he has talents or has not talents.

It's hard to answer that from my own perspective because when I'm playing I know where it is coming from and the sources.

I don't believe love goes away just because you're buried in a casket.

One has to choose a word in English. If you want to be eligible for a literary prize you have to designate it as something.

But the world turns, and even legends change; and somewhere there is a border, and sometime, perhaps, someone will decide to cross it, however well guarded its thorns may be.