It is time for me to chuck in the sponge. To retire from films and stage. The heart for it has gone out of me: it won't come back.

You talk about auteur de cinema having things in their heads and putting them all across, can you imagine Shakespeare writing screenplays?

A victory? What have we won? We've won a rock in the middle of a wasteland, on the shores of a poisoned sea.

It was around 1985 before I heard the news of President Kennedy's assassination.

It's my job, it's what I do, it's what I'm on earth to do and it's who I am.

I don't go for this auto-cannibalism. Very damaging.

I'm a working stiff, baby, just like everybody else.