Being a man (male "macho") does not give you right to anything.

I felt the need to tell stories to understand myself.

What better model of a synthesis than a nocturnal dream? Dreams simplify, don't they?

My stories are very somber, so I think I need the comic ingredient. Besides, life has so much humor.

I can work in films as long as the story doesn't have a realistic nature. If I'm working with an allegory, a fantasy, it can be developed in synthetic terms.

I think cinema is closer to allegories than to reality. It's closer to our dreams.

I am only interested in bad taste if I can enjoy a gruesome tango or watch a movie that makes me cry.

If it's great stuff, the people who consume it are nourished. It's a positive force.

Your reality, isn’t restricted by this cell we live in. If you read something, if you study something, you transcend any cell you’re inside of

If the novelist shares his or her problems with the characters, he or she is able to study his personal unconscious.

Teaching is a good distraction, and I am in contact with young people, which is very gratifying.

Secrets, like tyrants, have influence that extends far beyond their own thrones. To silence their oppressive powers, they must be uncrowned.

You can no more read the same book again than you can step into the same river.

God bless them pretty women, I wish they was mine, Their breath is as sweet, The dew on the vine.

When a man can't explain a woman's actions, the first thing he thinks of is the condition of her uterus.

So, like I said, I will visit Jeffersonville more often because I now have a little getaway house up there.

For me, I wanted to create something that's much more driven by a type of selfishness, a type of decadence.

If anybody said that I should die if I did not take beef-tea or mutton, even under medical advice, I would prefer death.

What is the real breath of a man — the breathing out or the breathing in?

I love all beauteous things, I seek and adore them

…he glanced over his shoulder at her, regarding her, as he often did before they made love, as if she were a lost continent about to be rediscovered.