We All Have An Unsuspected Reserve Of

Happiness Is Pure Kitch; We Come Into The World To Suffer And Learn.

Sometimes Journalists Ask Me, "what's The Message?" There Is No Message. I Think That Fiction Should Not Be Trying To Give Messages. Just Tell A Story.

Photographs Deceive Time, Freezing It On A Piece Of Cardboard Where The Soul Is Silent.

I Was A Very Bad Journalist. Awful. I Would Just Invent Everything. If I Did An Interview, I Had A Preconception Of What That Person Should Say And I Would Put My Words In His Mouth.

Everyone Is Born With Some Special Talent.