I only understand realism.

I felt the need to tell stories to understand myself.

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

My only fantasy about writing was that in my old days, after directing many masterpieces, I would write my memoirs.

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'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.

For someone who writes fiction, in order to activate the imagination and the unconscious, it's essential to be free.