“For me an unfavorable initial reaction happens fairly often.”

I can’t see any reason why a film shouldn’t be stylized and visually beautiful. I don’t think a beautiful set is pretentious.

For some reason the more time that elapses after the film opens, the more favorable the reviews become.

We should all die with a sharp, brusque heart attack. My father was lucky like that.

There cannot be any communication except through form. If there is no form, you cannot create emotion in the spectator.

When I was 12 I made some little films with my friends. I tried to make gangster films, like Fantomas, but I remember being very disappointed with them.

It was repugnant, but it was the only way to communicate.

A viewer as opposed to a filmmaker might see a film differently. But I’m extremely comfortable with my style.

When I was twelve, the passage from silent film to the talkies had an impact on me-I still watch silent films.

I saw part of The Singing Detective on TV in New York. I said, Something is going on here.

So I used formal techniques to make the film more perceptive emotionally.

My films seem to be better understood and better received by the monthly publications

. On television the first reactions are usually unfavorable.

I don’t think that there is any such thing as an old film; you don’t say, ‘I read an old book by Flaubert,’ or ‘I saw an old play by Moliere.’

They weren’t frightening at all. I’m sure they’d be very funny now.

I never had any special appetite for filmmaking, but you have to make a living and it is miraculous to earn a living working in film.

I am never driven. Every film Ive made has been an assignment.

I was a fairly good amateur musician, and I was an average professional. But the one thing I saw was that the big band business was fading.

But I did become fairly proficient as a pianist and my teachers felt I had talent and wanted me to become a good concert pianist and earn my living that way.

I thought my chances were fairly good, but I tried to stay low key about it, not too high and not too low. That was the way I played, too.

Regardless of whether they loved us back or treated us fairly or understood our shortcomings.

Once upon a time, fairy tales were AWESOME!

Spring blossoms are fairy tales, autumn leaves are tragic dramas.

The kids from the streets don’t want preaching or messages. They want what they can identify with. They want to hear about the reality of their situation, not fairy tales. They don’t care if it’s ugly; they just want reality.

The dead have need of fairy tales too.