There is no realism in American films. No realism, but something much better, great truth.
The real hell of life is that everyone has his reasons.
A film director is not a creator, but a midwife. His business is to deliver the actor of a child that he did not know he had inside him.
I believe that perfection handicaps cinema.
Is it possible to succeed without any act of betrayal?
You see, in this world there is one awful thing, and that is that everyone has his reasons.