The first time that I came to Cannes, I think it was in 1953, I was 18 and unknown.

My mother wanted me to be friends only with children she considered socially suitable.

I can no longer walk. I can no longer swim. But I'm lucky when I see how animals suffer.

We have to convince the people of Bucharest, who are dog lovers, to treat dogs like they treat their children and not just let them roam the streets.

Death was like love, a romantic escape.

I am greatly misunderstood by politically correct idiots.

My soul is not my own any more. I cannot live like I want to. I am going to give up films.