Woody Allen
Woody Allen
Heywood "Woody" Allenis an American actor, comedian, filmmaker, playwright and musician, whose career spans more than six decades...
NationalityAmerican
ProfessionDirector
Date of Birth1 December 1935
CityBronx, NY
CountryUnited States of America
two important elements
You're still in love' 'No I'm not, I'm not She'll always be a part of me, and she's an important person in my life but for the two of us something wasn't working.' 'What element?' 'We never found out
god humorous believe
Skeptic that I was as an adolescent, I had recently come to believe in a Supreme Being after thumbing through a Victoria's Secret catalogue.
good-luck way lucky
I consider myself a completely lucky filmmaker. I've had nothing but good luck. Everything I've needed has come my way.
sex luck certain
When it comes to sex there are certain things that should always be left unknown, and with my luck, they probably will be.
thinking ideas turns
Right now it's only a notion, but I think I can get the money to make it into a concept, and later turn it into an idea.
mind dying would-be
I wouldn't mind dying so much if it wasn't that I would be dead at the end of it.
input would-be judgment
I don't rely on anybody except my own judgment. I don't get much input. I don't know if that's helped me or if I would be better off if I did rely on someone.
beauty cutting twenties
Umlaut snaps around and we cut to a blond apparition in her early twenties, clearly descended from Olympus by way of Hugh Hefner's mansion.
god stupidity tests
I had an IQ test. The results came back negative.
ruins stories good-story
Why ruin a good story with the truth?
hunting rooms location
You can't anticipate in the room the riches of what you encounter when you're location hunting for a movie.
mistake doctors subjects
When a doctor makes a mistake, it's best to bury the subject.
making-love dying
Dying is like making love, except you don't get naseous afterwards.
mother autumn night
Abysmal vermin that I am, I couldn't of course tell her that it was her incredible mother that I wanted to see again… I knew only as I drove through the cold, night autumn air that somewhere Freud, Sophocles and Eugene O’Neill were laughing.