Kafka truly illustrates the way the environment oppresses the individual. He shows how the unconscious controls our lives.

Your reality, isn’t restricted by this cell we live in. If you read something, if you study something, you transcend any cell you’re inside of

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

In a country like France, so ancient, their history is full of outstanding people, so they carry a heavy weight on their back. Who could write in French after Proust or Flaubert?

I don't want to name names, but the least I can say about rock and roll is that I'm suspicious.

I locate that special problem in a character and then try to understand it. That's the genesis of all my work.

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