We’re born alone, we live alone, we die alone. Only through our love and friendship can we create the illusion for the moment that we’re not alone.
The writer must believe that what he is doing is the most important thing in the world. And he must hold to this illusion even when he knows it is not true.
The secret to film is that it’s an illusion.
The contrasts and contradictions that can permanently live peacefully side by side in a skull make all the systems of political optimists and pessimists illusory.
People like us, who believe in physics, know that the distinction between past, present, and future is only a stubbornly persistent illusion.
Limits, like fears, are often just an illusion.
Illusions commend themselves to us because they save us pain and allow us to enjoy pleasure instead. We must therefore accept it without complaint when they sometimes collide with a bit of reality against which they are dashed to pieces.
Illusion is the first of all pleasures.
I have no illusions concerning the precarious status of my tales, and do not expect to become a serious competitor of my favourite weird authors.
Everything’s fine today, that is our illusion.
Acting is illusion, as much illusion as magic is, and not so much a matter of being real.
