Of course there are fat French women. There are fat people everywhere.

In #‎ France we have a saying, 'Joie de Vivre,' which actually doesn't exist in the English language. It means looking at your life as something that is to be taken with great pleasure and enjoy it.

Intelligence, knowledge or experience are important and might get you a job, but strong communication skills are what will get you promoted.

Taking care of your mental and physical health is just as important as any career move or responsibility.

In America, you look at food as bad and guilty. In France, we love food and we enjoy food; food is pleasure.

I would advocate that chocolate be covered by health insurance, but that is admittedly a very French public policy perspective.

In the U.S., too many yogurts are filled with corn syrup, preservatives, artificial this and that. To me, this is poison.

French women love bread and would never consider a life without carbs.

Once you have to start counting calories, it takes away from the joy of eating.

French women typically think about good things to eat. American women typically worry about bad things to eat.

When I grew up in France, I was a normal size. And then I came to the United States and I gained 20 pounds.

Long-term goals provide focus, but inspiration comes from the accomplishment of short-term goals.

Creativity is a team sport.

If you work for it, you'll deserve what comes. Hard work.

The farther we get from God, the more the world spirals out of control.

The idea that seeing life means going from place to place and doing a great variety of obvious things is an illusion natural to dull minds.

There is no Art made without power, and there is no reason for Art to be made except for power.

I consider my films to be poems that are all as personal as my writing and as hand-made.

Even thou who mournst the daisy's fate, That fate is thine--no distant date; Stern Ruin's ploughshare drives, elate, Full on thy bloom, Till crushed beneath the furrow's weight Shall be thy doom!

I roll onto my side and stare out the venetian blinds at the blue sky beyond. After a few minutes I'm lulled into a sort of peace. The sky, the sky--same as it always was.

Once is sometimes enough and once is sometimes necessary.