I took a speed-reading course and read War and Peace in twenty minutes. It involves Russia.

I have an intense desire to return to the womb. Anybody's.

The French make two mistakes about me. They think I'm an intellectual because I wear these glasses and they think I'm an artist because my films lose money.

If I just got up in the morning and had no place to go and was retired or something, I would be sitting there and be thinking, "Gee, what is the purpose of life? Why are we all finite? Why do we get old and die? Is there nothing out there? Why is it so tragic? Why do our loved ones perish? Why do we generate?" Who wants to think about that stuff?

The artist can't give you an answer that's satisfying to the dreadful reality of your existence. So the best you can do is maybe entertain people and refresh them for an hour-and-a-half.

If you don't have fun doing the film, then the results of the film will never give you any fun.

Never shoot up in the air when you're standing under it.