The artist is the medium between his fantasies and the rest of the world.
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.
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.
The greatest danger for artists is total freedom.
Don’t forget that costumes, like dreams, are symbolic communication. Dreams teach us that a language for everything exists – for every object, every color worn, every clothing detail. Hence, costumes provide an aesthetic objectification that helps to tell the character’s story.
Marriage, if it is to survive, must be treated as the beginning, not as the happy ending.
When the most important times are occurring, we don’t even recognize them or notice. We are just busy living our lives. Only looking back do we know what was a great moment in our lives.
We can all pretend to be cynical and scheming, but when we’re faced with purity and innocence, the cynical mask drops off.
Don’t tell me what I’m doing; I don’t want to know.
A good opening and a good ending make for a good film provided they come close together.
Reality! But what does this word mean? Each has his own reality. I draw upon my personal reality upon the dark side of myself, my unconscious.
Peellaert’s comic strips were the literature of intelligence, imagination and romanticism.
A created thing is never invented and it is never true: it is always and ever itself.
An artist is a provincial who finds himself somewhere between a physical reality and a metaphysical one. It’s this in-between that I’m calling a province, this frontier country between the tangible world and the intangible one. That is the realm of the artist.
I even see the cinema itself as a woman, with its alternation of light and darkness, of appearing and disappearing images.
Nietzsche claimed that his genius was in his nostrils and I think that is a very excellent place for it to be.
Censorship is advertising paid by the government.
Hype is the awkward and desperate attempt to convince journalists that what you’ve made is worth the misery of having to review it.