After the writer's death, reading his journal is like receiving a long letter.
I am happy to exhibit, but not to put myself on exhibition.
French people are Italian people in a bad mood.
There are too many souls of wood not to love those wooden characters who do indeed have a soul.
Continue reading Proust. His magnificent intelligence is particularly fond of describing stupidity. Which is ultimately exhausting.
When I write, I disturb. When I show a film, I disturb. When I exhibit my painting, I disturb, and I disturb if I don't. I have a knack for disturbing.