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.
Appreciation of art is a moral erection, otherwise mere dilettantism.
I'm not willing just to be tolerated. That wounds my love of love and of liberty.
The cinema is death at work.
One must be a living man and a posthumous artist.
Since the day of my birth, my death began its walk. It is walking toward me, without hurrying.