Mime, like music, knows neither borders nor nationalities.

In a moment of grace, we can grasp eternity in the palm of our hand. This is the gift given to creative individuals who can identify with the mysteries of life through art.

Music and silence combine strongly because music is done with silence, and silence is full of music.

I have designed my style pantomimes as white ink drawings on black backgrounds, so that man's destiny appears as a thread lost in an endless labyrinth. I have tried to shed some gleams of light on the shadow of man startled by his anguish.

Mime makes the invisible, visible and the visible, invisible.

Do not the most moving moments of our lives find us without words?

A mime is a terrible thing to waste.