I Was In New York. Hitchcock Was

Honesty, For Me, Is Usually The Worst Policy Imaginable.

I Don't Want To Know Movie Directors. I Don't Want To Be Close To Them. I Don't Want To Interfere With Their Work. I Don't Want Them To Interfere With Mine.

How Was It Possible To Be Afraid And In Love... The Two Things Did Not Go Together. How Was It Possible To Be Afraid, When The Two Of Them Grew Stronger Together Every Day? And Every Night. Every Night Was Different, And Every Morning. Together They Possessed A Miracle.

I Find The Public Passion For Justice Quite Boring And Artificial.

One Situation – Maybe One Alone – Could Drive Me To Murder: Family Life, Togetherness.