Nothing is more intriguing than a still photograph in the middle of a motion picture... Just as an accident is a cry changed into silence and not a silence after a cry, photography is speed rendered motionless.

What uniform can I wear to hide my heavy heart? It is too heavy. It will always show. Jacques felt himself growing gloomy again. He was well aware that to live on earth a man must follow its fashions, and hearts were no longer worn.

A picture is not a window...an abstract refers to no reality but its own.

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.

Do as the beautiful woman: see to your figure and your petticoats. Though, of course, I am not speaking literally.

Style is a simple way of saying complicated things.

After the writer's death, reading his journal is like receiving a long letter.