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

I have no problem being with people of different nationalities.

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.

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

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

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.

There are mysteries, secret zones in each individual.

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

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.

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.

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

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