I think it's almost easier to make people cry than to make people laugh

Relationships are difficult. It's life. You love life, so you fight. You fight because you love. Otherwise, you wouldn't fight. You work. You don't want to die. Why life is a fight, I don't know, but gosh! It is.

Even if I think in English, it's more a language of acting than French.

To be honest I don't really know because I really didn't care when I was writing about mixing up reality with what was not reality.

There's no point living, if you can't feel alive.

I find the subject of childhood fascinating. I explored this subject in Speak to me of love and I am curious about portraying the often painful transition into the adult world.

I think it's almost easier to make people cry than to make people laugh