I think in art, but especially in films, people are trying to confirm their own existences.
The appeal of cinema lies in the fear of death.
Violence isn't always evil. What's evil is the infatuation with violence.
Death makes angels of us all and gives us wings where we had shoulders smooth as ravens claws.
I'm interested in anything about revolt, disorder, chaos, especially activity that appears to have no meaning. It seems to me to be the road toward freedom.
I think of myself as an intelligent, sensitive human being with the soul of a clown which always forces me to blow it at the most important moments.
Love cannot save you from your own fate.