A director must be a policeman, a midwife, a psychoanalyst, a sycophant and a bastard.

I had one life. And what did I do? Wasted it in some palooka preliminaries in Spain, just before Hitler and Chamberlain warm up for the main event.

God save me from myself.

Money makes even bastards legitimate.

Don't be too clever for an audience. Make it obvious. Make the subtleties obvious also.

The forest of Compiegne. Look at it. Like a kind grandmother dozing in her rocking chair. Old trees practicing curtsies in the wind because they still think Louis XIV is king.

They've tried to manufacture other Marilyn Monroes and they will undoubtedly keep trying. But it won't work. She was an original.