In our society, any man who doesn't cry at his mother's funeral is liable to be condemned to death.

I may not have been sure about what really did interest me, but I was absolutely sure about what didn't.

Yes, I know what passion would fill me with all its power. Before, I was too young. I got in the way. Now I know that acting and loving and suffering is living, of course, but it’s only living insofar as you can be transparent and accept your fate, like the unique reflection of a rainbow of joys and passions which is the same for everyone.

Your success and happiness are forgiven you only if you generously consent to share them. But to be happy it is essential not to be too concerned with others. Consequently, there is no escape. Happy and judged, or absolved and wretched.

Everything is true, and nothing is true!

All great deeds and all great thoughts have a ridiculous beginning.

If we understood the enigmas of life there would be no need for art.