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.

The best director is the one you don't see.

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.

You know, that stuff about pink elephants, that's the bunk. It's little animals. Little tiny turkeys in straw hats. Midget monkeys coming through the keyholes.

I don't go to church. Kneeling bags my nylons.

My Aunt Minnie would always be punctual and never hold up production, but who would pay to see my Aunt Minnie?

Shoot a few scenes out of focus. I want to win the foreign film award.