We must get beyond passions, like a great work of art. In such miraculous harmony. We should learn to love each other so much to live outside of time... detached.

No critic writing about a film could say more than the film itself, although they do their best to make us think the oppposite.

All art is autobiographical; the pearl is the oyster's autobiography.

There is abundant testimony that if we choose love rather than self, we gain immeasurably.

I even see the cinema itself as a woman, with its alternation of light and darkness, of appearing and disappearing images

Hype is the awkward and desperate attempt to convince journalists that what you've made is worth the misery of having to review it.

Realism is a bad word. In a sense everything is realistic. I see no line between the imaginary and the real.