I've always wondered why there isn't a great French novel about the German occupation. The nouveau roman authors weren't interested in telling that sort of thing.

Modern American cinema seems to me superficial. The intention is to understand a certain reality, and the result is nothing but a photographing of that reality.

I am only interested in bad taste if I can enjoy a gruesome tango or watch a movie that makes me cry.

Book reviews have never helped me. Most of them erred in their interpretations and their work has been a waste of time.

I would very much like to become a best-selling author.

I don't think humor is forced upon my universe; it's a part of it.

What better model of a synthesis than a nocturnal dream? Dreams simplify, don't they?