Commissions suit me. They set limits. Jean Marais dared me to write play in which he would not speak in the first act, would weep for joy in the second and in the last would fall backward down a flight of stairs.
There are too many souls of wood not to love those wooden characters who do indeed have a soul.
In Paris, everybody wants to be an actor; nobody is content to be a spectator.
All good music resembles something. Good music stirs by its mysterious resemblance to the objects and feelings which motivated it.
True realism consists in revealing the surprising things which habit keeps covered and prevents us from seeing.
A film is a petrified fountain of thought.
