The cinema is death at work.

It seems to me that invisibility is the required provision of elegance. Elegance ceases to exist when it is noticed.

A little too much is just enough for me.

I only fear the death of others. For me, true death is that of the people I love

The audience bursts into laughter. With the tragic gag I don't expect the audience to laugh (if they do, I have failed) but I expect a black silence from them that is almost as violent: as laughter.

The prettiest dresses are worn to be taken off.

There is always a period when a man with a beard shaves it off. This period does not last. He returns headlong to his beard.