The poet Paul Éluard says that to understand my film version of Beauty and the Beast, you must love your dog more than your car.
Love is mainly an affair of short spasms. If these spasms disappoint us, love dies. It is very seldom that it weathers the experience and becomes friendship.
There's no such thing as love; only proof of love.
Everything one does in life, even love, occurs in an express train racing toward death. To smoke opium is to get out of the train while it is still moving. It is to concern oneself with something other than life or death.