Objects and their functions no longer had any significance. All I perceived was perception itself, the hell of forms and figures devoid of human emotion and detached from the reality of my unreal environment. I was an instrument in a virtual world that constantly renewed its own meaningless image in a living world that was itself perceived outside of nature. And since the appearance of things was no longer definitive but limitless, this paradisiacal awareness freed me from the reality external to myself. The fire and the rose, as it were, became one.

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

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

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

Reality! But what does this word mean? Each has his own reality. I draw upon my personal reality upon the dark side of myself, my unconscious.

Nothing is sadder than laughter; nothing more beautiful, more magnificent, more uplifting and enriching than the terror of deep despair.

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