[Culture confers dreams,] and you don't touch dreams, ... Now they've cut our dreams. |
Fellini belongs to nature. |
For me, Fellini was like a watermelon. It is there. A watermelon cannot die. |
I am overjoyed and extremely grateful to receive this extraordinary honor. These awards fill my heart with happiness, knowing that people throughout Europe have been touched by our film. |
I remember in the circus learning that the clown was the prince, the high prince. I always thought that the high prince was the lion or the magician, but the clown is the most important. |
I would like to tell that I was really loved, with the simplicity, ... What is more simple than to tell to a little boy, 'This is not the truth, it is a game?' |
If you make a direct argument against the war, it bounces back at you, ... While certain modern works on [wars] go to the head or are powerful as documentaries, this I think goes to the heart... And that is more dangerous, stronger. |
In Italy, the country where fascism was born, we have a particular relation with the Holocaust, but as a turning point in history it belongs to everybody in the world. It is a part of humanity. |
It's a real love story in an extreme situation, ... I was afraid of only one thing. I was afraid to offend the memory of survivors on Jewish people, which I respect so much. |
It's a sign of mediocrity when you demonstrate gratitude with moderation. |
Kubrick is like someone like Fellini, like Kafka, like someone who really dreamt for us and gave to us the key to understand something and the pleasure to tell the story, |
My duty is to try to reach beauty. Cinema is emotion. When you laugh you cry. |
My father was a farmer and my mother was a farmer, but, my childhood was very good. I am very grateful for my childhood, because it was full of gladness and good humanity. |
My mother brought me magicians and witches, because I was very ugly, really revolting. So she thought somebody had put a spell on me - this is the truth - so she made me drink some horrible terrifying potions, for year. |
Now they've cut our dreams. |