"I am a materialist; however, that doesn’t mean I deny the imagination, fantasy, or even that certain unexplainable things can exist. Rationally, I don’t believe a handless man can grow new hands, but I can act as though I believed it, because I’m interested in what comes afterwards. Besides, I am working in cinema, which is a machine that manufactures miracles. […] As inexplicable as the accidents that set it off, our imagination is a crucial privilege. I’ve tried my whole life simply to accept the images that present themselves to me without trying to analyze them… Some analysts—in despair, I suppose—have declared me ‘unanalyzable,’ as if I belonged to some other species or had come from another planet (which is always possible, of course). At my age, I let them say whatever they want. I still have my imagination, and in its impregnable innocence it will keep me going until the end of my days. All this compulsion to ‘understand’ everything fills me with horror. I love the unexpected more and more the older I get…"
February 22, 1900 — July 29, 1983