Stupidity is always astounding, no matter how often one encounters it.
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.
If a hermit lives in a state of ecstasy, his lack of comfort becomes the height of comfort. He must relinquish it.
The poet never asks for admiration; he wants to be believed.
I succeeded in bewitching a fair number and in being intoxicated with my mistakes.
A man's truest self realizations might require him, above all, to learn to close his eyes: to let himself be taken unawares, to follow his dark angel, to risk his illegal instincts.