The advantage of being eighty years old is that one has many people to love.
The real hell of life is that everyone has his reasons.
Everyone has his reasons.
The saving grace of the cinema is that with patience, and a little love, we may arrive at that wonderfully complex creature which is called man.
There is no realism in American films. No realism, but something much better, great truth.
Is it possible to succeed without any act of betrayal?