The composer opens the cage door for arithmetic, the draftsman gives geometry its freedom.

Commissions suit me. They set limits. Jean Marais dared me to write play in which he would not speak in the first act, would weep for joy in the second and in the last would fall backward down a flight of stairs.

Tact in audacity is knowing how far you can go without going too far.

My method is simple: not to bother about poetry. It must come of its own accord. Merely whispering its name drives it away.

Without opium, plans, marriages and journeys appear to me just as foolish as if someone falling out of a window were to hope to make friends with the occupants of the room before which he passes.

The prettiest dresses are worn to be taken off.

The cinema is death at work.