There are many ways of communicating. Some hold the theory that new forms of communication between people can be obtained through hallucinogenic drugs.

My films always leave me unsatisfied, since I've always worked under fairly disastrous conditions economically.

The family today counts for less and less. Why? Who knows - the growth of science, the Cold War, the atomic bomb, the world war we've made, the new philosophies we've created; certainly something is happening to man, so why go against it, why oblige this new man to live by the mechanisms and regulations of the past?

Scientific man is already on the moon, and yet we are still living with the moral concepts of Homer.

People are always misquoting me.

The struggle for life is not only the material and economic one. Comfort is no protection from anxiety.

Reality itself is steadily becoming more colored. Think of what factories were like, especially in Italy at the beginning of the 19th century, when industrialization was just beginning: gray, brown and smoky. Color didn't exist. Today, instead, most everything is colored. The pipe running from the basement to the 12th floor is green because it carries steam. The one carrying electricity is red, and that with water is purple. Also, plastic colors have filled our homes, even revolutionized our taste. Pop art grew out of that and was possible because of this change in taste.