When we talked, I talked about me, you talked about you, when we should have talked about each other.

I pity the French Cinema because it has no money. I pity the American Cinema because it has no ideas.

It makes me laugh when you bring two things together which have nothing to do with one another.

Why all these signs around us that make me doubt language and submerge me in meanings, drowning reality instead of extracting it from the imaginary?

Americans have no past, so they buy the pasts of others.

"Away, away," says hate. "Closer, closer," says love.

In the beginning there was not even talking. In movies, there was no need for that. Because it was more evident if there was no talking. Only in sports does there remain this fervor, which can even become violent. There's this desire to see something big.