Even the most miserable life is better than a sheltered existence in an organized society where everything is calculated and perfected.
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.
I claim the right to contradict myself. I don’t want to deprive myself of the right to talk nonsense, and I ask humbly to be allowed to be wrong sometimes.
A creator always needs excuses.
God may not play dice but he enjoys a good round of Trivial Pursuit every now and again.
Experience is what you get while looking for something else.
Fate is written in the face.
Everyone knows that time is Death, that Death hides in clocks. Imposing another time powered by the Clock of the Imagination, however, can refuse his law. Here, freed of the Grim Reaper’s scythe, we learn that pain is knowledge and all knowledge pain.