Poetry, being elegance itself, cannot hope to achieve visibility... It insists on living its own life.

Victor Hugo was a madman who thought he was Victor Hugo

In Paris, everybody wants to be an actor; nobody is content to be a spectator.

Poets don't draw. They unravel their handwriting and then tie it up again, but differently.

Not only should you not accept a prize. You should not try to deserve one either.

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.

I want the kind of readers who remain children at any cost. I can tell them at a glance: loyalty to that first enchantment guards better than any cosmetic; than any diet, against the insults of age. But alas for such readers, who would huddle safe and sound in the asylum of their credulous enchantment as if in the womb-our enervating century offends them by its chaos, its fidgets of light and space, the host of its excuses for dividing , for rending oneself from others and from oneself.