It's my own personal unconscious that ultimately creates the novel's aesthetic facade.

I started writing movie scripts. They excited me a lot, but I didn't like them when they were finished because they were simple copies of the films I saw in childhood.

Being a man (male "macho") does not give you right to anything.

The nicest thing about feeling happy is that you think you'll never be unhappy again.

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

One performs a very different act when reading a movie and when reading a novel. Your attention behaves differently.

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