During the war, I saw many films that made me fall in love with the cinema.

What switched me to films was the flood of American pictures into Paris after the Liberation.

Is the cinema more important than life?

I love the way she projects two facets: a visible persona and a subterranean one. She keeps her thoughts to herself; she seems to suggest that her secret, inner life is at least as significant as the appearance she gives.

When humor can be made to alternate with melancholy, one has a success, but when the same things are funny and melancholic at the same time, it's just wonderful.

The film of tomorrow will resemble the person who made it, and the number of spectators will be proportional to the number of friends the director has.