Now I’m an old Christmas tree, the roots of which have died. They just come along and while the little needles fall off me replace them with medallions.
I do not suppose I shall be remembered for anything. But I don’t think about my work in those terms. It is just as vulgar to work for the sake of posterity as to work for the sake of money.
If there hadn’t been women we’d still be squatting in a cave eating raw meat, because we made civilization in order to impress our girlfriends.
I have the terrible feeling that, because I am wearing a white beard and am sitting in the back of the theatre, you expect me to tell you the truth about something. These are the cheap seats, not Mount Sinai.
I passionately hate the idea of being with it I think an artist has always to be out of step with his time.
I have a great love and respect for religion, great love and respect for atheism. What I hate is agnosticism, people who do not choose.
Only very intelligent people don’t wish they were in politics, and I’m dumb enough to want to be in there.