My mother was Protestant, and in her mind life was more about work and obligations and responsibilities.

Self confidence for me is a fragile fleece.

I have to be careful not to be too proud in life, because there is always room for improvement.

I still have agents in France, Los Angeles and Amsterdam who call and suggest parts. I'd love to keep on doing both painting and acting until the end of my days.

I love to invent - avoiding the truth. I need to dramatize.

I like this other world, this forgetting of myself. The actor works in order to escape, not to find himself. You become an actor by leaving yourself, and then you have to keep acting. How tragic!

I am a divorced child, of divided, uncertain background. Within this division I - supposed fruit of their love - no longer exist. It happened nearly forty years ago, yet to me nothing is sadder than my parents' divorce.