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

A created thing is never invented and it is never true: it is always and ever itself.

I think that one can have luck if one tries to create an atmosphere of spontaneity.

Never trust a woman who doesn’t like to eat. She is probably lousy in bed.

Regrets are a waste of time. They're the past crippling you in the present.

What's important is the way we say it. Art is all about craftsmanship. Others can interpret craftsmanship as style if they wish. Style is what unites memory or recollection, ideology, sentiment, nostalgia, presentiment, to the way we express all that. It's not what we say but how we say it that matters.

The artist is the medium between his fantasies and the rest of the world.