My country, France, my homeland, my land is again invaded by an overpopulation of foreigners, especially Muslims.

When you're thirty you're old enough to know better,but still young enough to go ahead and do it.

The page has turned. Cinema is finished for me.

I am leaving the town to the invaders: increasingly numerous, mediocre, dirty, badly behaved, shameless tourists.

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

I only want to protect animals from barbarous, cruel, inhuman and backward rituals.

On the outside one is a star. But in reality, one is completely alone, doubting everything. To experience this loneliness of soul is the hardest thing in the world.