A prig always finds a last refuge in responsibility.

I feel myself inhabited by a force or being -- very little known to me. It gives the orders; I follow.

Elegance ceases to exist when it is noticed.

I am happy to exhibit, but not to put myself on exhibition.

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.

Alas! I do not believe that inspiration falls from heaven. think it rather the result of a profound indolence.

If a hermit lives in a state of ecstasy, his lack of comfort becomes the height of comfort. He must relinquish it.