I enjoy seeing the lengths to which bad managements go to preserve what they call their independence – which really just means their jobs.

I rarely go out for lunch, because mostly, it’s a waste of time.

Sometimes – not often, but sometimes – less is more.

I don’t kid myself about why I’m asked to speak or chair so many events. It’s not because I’m such a great guy. But they know I’ve got wealthy friends and I can get them to buy tables.

I’m not too big on parties, because I can’t stand small talk.

My people keep telling me I shouldn’t write critical letters like this to critics. The way I see it, critics get to say what they want to about my work, why shouldn’t I be able to say what I want to about theirs?

On filming a ceremonial concrete-pouring, as many times as I’ve done these things, I have to say I still find them a little ridiculous. Think of it: a couple guys in pinstripe suits shoveling wet concrete. As long as they want to shoot, I’ll shovel.

On passing on a deal that eventually failed, that experience taught me a few things. One is to listen to your gut, no matter how good something sounds on paper. The second is that you’re better off sticking with what you know. And the third is that sometimes your best investments are the ones you don’t make.

No matter who you’ve met over the years, there is something incredible about sitting down to dinner with John Cardinal O’Connor at St. Patrick’s Cathedral. He’s not only a man of great warmth, he’s also a businessman with great political instincts.