I feel Polish. More specifically, I feel like I'm from the tiny village in the Northeast of Poland where I have a house and where I love to spend time. But I don't work there. I cut wood.

For me optimism is two lovers walking into the sunset arm in arm. Or maybe into the sunrise - whatever appeals to you.

I believe the life of every person is worthy of scrutiny, containing its own secrets and dramas.

I have one good characteristic: I'm a pessimist, so I always imagine the worst - always. To me, the future is a black hole.

Maybe it is worth investigating the unknown, if only because the very feeling of not knowing is a painful one.

There are mysteries, secret zones in each individual.

In believing too much in rationality, our contemporaries have lost something.

This man (Bergman) is one of the few film directors-perhaps the only one in the world-to have said as much about human nature as Dostoevsky or Camus.

Do people really want liberty, equality, fraternity? Is it not some manner of speaking?

I like chance meetings - life is full of them. Every day, without realising it, I pass people whom I should know.

The realm of superstitions, fortune-telling, presentiments, intuition, dreams, all this is the inner life of a human being, and all this is the hardest thing to film.

I study theology in the works of creation and find in it new reasons for adoring the creator.

God that dumping ground of our dreams.

I really don't want to say goodbye to any of you people.

Only when I smell the earth upon my face, will I ever be free, to fly from this place.

As far as I'm concerned, the most important thing you need when inventing characters is empathy.

The advantage of being eighty years old is that one has many people to love.

A Canadian newspaperman said yesterday that this is the President's "Easter egghead roll on the White House lawn." I want to deny that!

...after all, what is a planet but an island in space?

If you destroy a firm, you can't pull it out of bankruptcy overnight.

A spiritual desert is spreading: an interior emptiness, an unnamed fear, a quiet sense of despair.