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

The photographer in Blow-Up, who is not a philosopher, wants to see things closer up. But it so happens that, by enlarging too far, the object itself decomposes and disappears. Hence there's a moment in which we grasp reality, but then the moment passes. This was in part the meaning of Blow-Up.

Do you really think a man must be strong, masculine, dominating, and the woman frail, obedient and sensitive? This is a conventional idea. Reality is quite different.

The script is simply a series of notes for the film.

I don't know whether I am ever bored. I never look at myself.

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

I never feel empty. I travel a lot and I think about other films.