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?

First there was Greek civilization. Then there was the Renaissance. Now we’re entering the Age of the Ass.

The way we have done pictures has to be disappeared.

A critic is a soldier that fires on his own men.

Now at my age I understand how sad it must have been for some directors or actors at the time the talkies began. Because, really, a whole continent disappeared.

If you have $300,000 to shoot a cigarette on a table, it's an enormous amount of money. Maybe that's why my movies are the way they are. But it's the only way I can make a living.

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