I always direct the same film. I can’t distinguish one from the other.
The picture is in your head, in your imagination, everything.
It is only when I am doing my work that I feel truly alive.
Even if I set out to make a film about a fillet of sole, it would be about me.
Even the most miserable life is better than a sheltered existence in an organized society where everything is calculated and perfected.
As I don’t consider myself exceptional, but simply a storyteller, each of my stories is really a period of my life. Deep down I feel that criticism of my work-which is the most sincere and authentic vision of myself-is unsuitable and immodest, whether it is favorable or unfavorable.
I don’t believe in total freedom for the artist. Left on his own, free to do anything he likes, the artist ends up doing nothing at all. If there’s one thing that’s dangerous for an artist, it’s precisely this question of total freedom, waiting for inspiration and all the rest of it.
Never trust a woman who doesn’t like to eat. She is probably lousy in bed.
I think television has betrayed the meaning of democratic speech, adding visual chaos to the confusion of voices. What role does silence have in all this noise?
Talking about dreams is like talking about movies, since the cinema uses the language of dreams; years can pass in a second and you can hop from one place to another. It’s a language made of image. And in the real cinema, every object and every light means something, as in a dream.
The artist is the medium between his fantasies and the rest of the world.
According to the doctors, I’m only suffering from a light form of premature baldness.
No critic writing about a film could say more than the film itself, although they do their best to make us think the oppposite.
As a writer and director, I want to know what is behind the good manners and soft voice. Who is inside the silhouette?
There is abundant testimony that if we choose love rather than self, we gain immeasurably.
It’s easier to be faithful to a restaurant than it is to a woman.
Marriage is a tyranny, a mortification of man’s natural instincts. Man needs a multiplicity of relationships.
Freedom, especially a woman’s freedom, is a conquest to be made, not a gift to be received. It isn’t granted. It must be taken.
All art is autobiographical.
A creator always needs excuses.