One of the characteristics of the dream is that nothing surprises us in it. With no regret, we agree to live in it with strangers, completely cut off from our habits and friends.

The poet Paul Éluard says that to understand my film version of Beauty and the Beast, you must love your dog more than your car.

The poet is at the disposal of the night. His role is humble, he must clean house and await its due visitation.

What uniform can I wear to hide my heavy heart? It is too heavy. It will always show.

The instinct of nearly all societies is to lock up anybody who is truly free. First, society begins by trying to beat you up. If this fails, they try to poison you. If this fails too, the finish by loading honors on your head.

History is a combination of reality and lies. The reality of History becomes a lie. The unreality of the fable becomes the truth.

Everything one does in life, even love, occurs in an express train racing toward death. To smoke opium is to get out of the train while it is still moving. It is to concern oneself with something other than life or death.