Regrets Are A Waste Of Time. They're

The Public Has Lost The Habit Of Movie-going Because The Cinema No Longer Possesses The Charm, The Hypnotic Charisma, The Authority It Once Commanded. The Image It Once Held For Us All — That Of A Dream We Dreamt With Our Eyes Open — Has Disappeared. Is It Still Possible That One Thousand People Might Group Together In The Dark And Experience The Dream That A Single Individual Has Directed?

It's Easier To Be Faithful To A Restaurant Than It Is To A Woman.

As A Writer And Director, I Want To Know What Is Behind The Good Manners And Soft Voice. Who Is Inside The Silhouette?

I Claim The Right To Contradict Myself. I Don't Want To Deprive Myself Of The Right To Talk Nonsense, And I Ask Humbly To Be Allowed To Be Wrong Sometimes.

Realism Is A Bad Word. In A Sense Everything Is Realistic. I See No Line Between The Imaginary And The Real.