Reality has a quality of freedom about it that is hard to explain.

I dislike judging myself, but I will say I would be wealthy today if I had accepted all the films that have been offered to me with large sums of money. But I've always refused, in order to do what I felt like doing.

Today we no longer know what to call art, what its function is and even less what function it will have in the future. We know only that it is something dynamic - unlike many ideas that have governed us.

When you work on a character, you form in your mind an image of what he ought to look like. Then you go and find one who resembles him.

All I know is that we are loaded down with old and stale stuff - habits, customs, old attitudes already dead and gone.

The public buys "art" - but the word is drained of its meaning.

There can be no censorship better than one's own conscience.