Usually I do everything reverse. I practice something in movies and then I try it in real life.

I've seen the people who talk about their love lives in print invariably have doomed relationships with the person they're talking about.

Did you know that the word person comes from the Latin word persona, which means mask? So maybe being human means we invite spectators to ponder what lies behind. Each of us will be composed of a variety of masks, and if we can see behind the mask, we would get a burst of clarity. And if that flame was bright enough, that's when we fall in love.

Most movies, once the action starts there's no more characters. You say a couple of dumb lines and then there's just explosions until the end.

Maybe the absence of signs is a sign.

When applied to politics and taken to its extreme, kitsch is the mask of death. Fascism was all aesthetics. There was no core principle to it. There was no truth to it.

I think that taking night trains or meeting someone on the road is pretty romantic. I've done a couple of things like that. I've surprised someone in Paris. And hopefully, when you surprise someone, they're happy to see you.