For me optimism is two lovers walking into the sunset arm in arm. Or maybe into the sunrise - whatever appeals to you.

Maybe it is worth investigating the unknown, if only because the very feeling of not knowing is a painful one.

I have no problem being with people of different nationalities.

Do people really want liberty, equality, fraternity? Is it not some manner of speaking?

In believing too much in rationality, our contemporaries have lost something.

To tell you the truth, in my work, love is always in opposition to the elements. It creates dilemmas. It brings in suffering. We can't live with it, and we can't live without it. You'll rarely find a happy ending in my work.

In real life, there are names that surprise us because they don't seem to suit the person at all.

Of course I'd like to get beyond the concrete. But it's really difficult. Very difficult.

There are mysteries, secret zones in each individual.

We're always looking at this love through the eyes of the person who is suffering because of this love.

Someone knocks at the door of an apartment to borrow salt or sugar, people run into each other in the elevator, and in this way become inscribed in the spectator's memory.

The television industry doesn't like to see the compexity of the world. It prefers simple reporting, with simple ideas: this is white, that's black; this is good, that's bad.