It's difficult to feel that people are looking at you in the street. I don't like the fuss.

People in France are very intrusive when they recognize you. In New York, they are very polite, with quick words, so it's great.

I like the light that comes off metal shutters at siesta time in the summer, having a break from driving in the shops at motorway services, the odour of petrol at petrol stations, rolling down little slopes. I hate it when you tread in a puddle and the water soaks your socks.

I understand that we cannot make other people happy when they are unhappy.

I wouldn't mind being in an American film for a laugh, but I certainly don't want to be in Thingy Blah Blah 3, if you know what I mean.

After each experience, you grow up, you get enriched with something, and you don't know how you're going to be in six months, you don't know what you're going to want, what you're going to need.