What is saved in the cinema when it achieves art is a spontaneous continuity with all mankind. It is not an art of the princes or the bourgeoisie. It is popular and vagrant. In the sky of the cinema people learn what they might have been and discover what belongs to them apart from their single lives.

For the artist, drawing is discovery. And that is not just a slick phrase; it is quite literally true.

What any true painting touches is an absence - an absence of which without the painting, we might be unaware. And that would be our loss.

Men look at women. Women watch themselves being looked at.

Hope is a contraband passed from hand to hand and story to story.

All weddings are similar, but every marriage is different.

Publicity is the life of this culture - in so far as without publicity capitalism could not survive - and at the same time publicity is its dream.