What is an artist? A provincial who finds himself somewhere between a physical reality and a metaphysical one... It’s this in-between that I’m calling a province, this frontier country between the tangible world and the intangible one - which is really the realm of the artist.

Peellaert's comic strips were the literature of intelligence, imagination and romanticism.

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

Even the most miserable life is better than a sheltered existence in an organized society where everything is calculated and perfected.

As a writer and director, I want to know what is behind the good manners and soft voice. Who is inside the silhouette?

I claim the right to contradict myself. I don't want to deprive myself of the right to talk nonsense, and I ask humbly to be allowed to be wrong sometimes.

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