I think television has betrayed the meaning of democratic speech, adding visual chaos to the confusion of voices. What role does silence have in all this noise?

We can all pretend to be cynical and scheming, but when we’re faced with purity and innocence, the cynical mask drops off.

Nothing is more honest than a dream.

I don't believe in total freedom for the artist. Left on his own, free to do anything he likes, the artist ends up doing nothing at all. If there's one thing that's dangerous for an artist, it's precisely this question of total freedom, waiting for inspiration and all the rest of it.

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

I think television has betrayed the meaning of democratic speech, adding visual chaos to the confusion of voices. What role does silence have in all this noise?

Don't tell me what I'm doing; I don't want to know.