What keeps me going is my children.

Your lips are like sugar And your cheeks an apple Your breasts are paradise And your body a lily. O, to kiss the sugar To bite the apple To reveal paradise And open the lily.

Compared to a novel, a film is like an economy pizza where there are no olives, no ham, no anchovies, no mushrooms, and all you’ve got is the dough.

The De Bernières were very military. I broke the military tradition but I was terribly proud of my father being a soldier.

Beauty is precious, you see, and the more beautiful something is, the more precious it is; and the more precious it is the more it hurts us that it will fade away; and the more we are hurt by beauty, the more we love the world.

The garden where you sit Has never a need of flowers, For you are the blossoms And only a fool or the blind Would fail to know it

What keeps me going is my children.