Women Are A Finer Filter Of Reality.

Reality Itself Is Steadily Becoming More Colored. Think Of What Factories Were Like, Especially In Italy At The Beginning Of The 19th Century, When Industrialization Was Just Beginning: Gray, Brown And Smoky. Color Didn't Exist. Today, Instead, Most Everything Is Colored. The Pipe Running From The Basement To The 12th Floor Is Green Because It Carries Steam. The One Carrying Electricity Is Red, And That With Water Is Purple. Also, Plastic Colors Have Filled Our Homes, Even Revolutionized Our Taste. Pop Art Grew Out Of That And Was Possible Because Of This Change In Taste.

People Are Always Misquoting Me.

The Moment Always Comes When, Having Collected One's Ideas, Certain Images, An Intuition Of A Certain Kind Of Development- Whether Psychological Or Material- One Must Pass On To The Actual Realization.

I Would Throw Out The Sense Of Nation, "good Breeding," Certain Forms And Ceremonies That Govern Relationships - Perhaps Even Jealousy. We're Not Aware Of All Of Them Yet, Though We Suffer From Them. And They Mislead Us Not Only About Ethics But Also About Aesthetics.

It's Only Human And Natural That An Actor Should See The Film In Terms Of His Own Part, But I, As A Director, Have To See The Film As A Whole. He Must Therefore Collaborate Selflessly, Totally.