I was born in Paris and raised in the suburbs and then lived in the countryside.

I don't think you learn how to act. You learn how to use your emotions and feelings.

I think that when you don't see the boundaries, you cross them without even knowing they exist in the first place.

I was raised with the idea of beauty in a different way. To me, it is something that really comes out of you and surrounds you.

I think in friendship, you want to be there for your friend, and sometimes you just don't know what to do or the relationship you have with them is not clear enough for you to know what to do.

You cannot escape what you have to deal with inside yourself. It will never bring good things. It will only bring madness.

I think that emotion and good stories can cross the times.

Did a man really walk on the moon? I saw plenty of documentaries on it, and I really wondered.

I am not very good at expressing myself in a simple way so it can create mis-understandings and I hate that.

If I wake up during a dream I can usually go back to sleep and finish the story.

I think you're where you have to be and I'm not a person who wants to control things too much because I love surprises.

It is not titles that honour men, but men that honour titles.

Jesus, what a nuisance it was, being desperate to stay alive.

A fast is not necessarily something we offer God, but it assists us in offering ourselves

Machines have altered our way of life, but not our instincts. Consequently, there is maladjustment.

You can't be a 20-mile a day eater if you're just a 5-mile a day runner.

The kundalini of the supraconscious has nothing to do with the shushumna. That light comes down, from the crown center and has nothing to do with the opening. It descends and inundates.

Great literature transcends its native land, but none that I know of ignores its soil.

I never want to make a movie which is going to be CG filled, cold, and computerized.

We cannot bear for our most mysterious experiences to remain unexplained. I've therefore learned...that every story has worth, since a person takes the time to tell it. The key is to listen.

I thought you wanted food," she gasped. "I do," he murmured, tugging on the bodice of her dress. "But I want you more.