I've Never Had A Method Of Working.

The Moment Always Comes When, Having Collected One's Ideas, Certain Images, An Intuition Of A Certain Kind Of Development- Whether Psychological Or Material- One Must Pass On To The Actual Realization.

I Always Mistrust Everything I See, Which An Image Shows Me, Because I Imagine What Is Beyond It. And What Is Beyond An Image Cannot Be Known.

I Rarely Feel The Desire To Reread A Scene The Day Before The Shooting. Sometimes I Arrive At The Place Where The Work Is To Be Done And I Do Not Even Know What I Am Going To Shoot. This Is The System I Prefer: To Arrive At The Moment When Shooting Is About To Begin, Absolutely Unprepared, Virgin. I Often Ask To Be Left Alone On The Spot For Fifteen Minutes Or Half An Hour And I Let My Thoughts Wander Freely.

I Read Somewhere That Happiness Is Like The Bluebird Of Maeterlinck: Try To Catch It And It Loses Its Color. It's Like Trying To Hold Water In Your Hands. The More You Squeeze It, The More The Water Runs Away.

That Love Is A Conflict Seems To Me Obvious And Natural. There Isn't A Single Worthwhile Work In World Literature Based On Love That Is Only About The Conquest Of Happiness, The Effort To Arrive At What We Call Love. It's The Struggle That Has Always Interested Those Who Produce Works Of Art - Literature, Cinema Or Poetry.