Luis Bunuel's two semishort surrealist hand grenades (cowritten in varying degrees with Salvador Dali) make a double bill that can restore your faith in the subversions of youth. Pure Spanish-Parisian piss and vinegar.

If alcohol is queen, then tobacco is her consort. It's a fond companion for all occasions, a loyal friend through fair weather and foul.

I would give my life for a man who is looking for the truth. But I would gladly kill a man who thinks that he has found the truth.

Fortunately, somewhere between chance and mystery lies imagination, the only thing that protects our freedom, despite the fact that people keep trying to reduce it or kill it off altogether.

The Cinema seems to have been invented to express the life of the subconscious, the roots of which penetrate poetry so deeply

Thank God, I am still an atheist.

Mystery is the basic element of all works of art.