You will never be happy if you continue to search for what happiness consists of. You will never live if you are looking for the meaning of life.
This is what is sad when one contemplates human life, that so many live out their lives in quiet lostness; they outlive themselves, not in the sense that life’s content successively unfolds and is now possessed in the unfolding, but they live, as it were, away from themselves and vanish like shadows. Their immortal souls are blown away, and they are not disquieted by the question of its immortality, because they are already disintegrated before they die.
Some films are slices of life. Mine are slices of cake.
Art is emotion. Therefore, the use of film, I say, putting it together and making it have an effect on an audience, is, I think, the main function of a film. Certainly, if you take dialogue in a film, truly you are only borrowing from the theater. Which is why I often said most pictures you see are photographs of people talking.
“ I don’t think that people accept the fact that life doesn’t make sense. I think it makes people terribly uncomfortable. It seems like religion and myth were invented against that, trying to make sense out of it.
“The cinema is not an art which films life: the cinema is something between art and life. Unlike painting and literature, the cinema both gives to life and takes from it, and I try to render this concept in my films. Literature and painting both exist as art from the very start; the cinema doesn’t.”
On the set of Breathless
Bardot and Godard on the set of Contempt
The only unjust thing about life is the way it ends. I think that the true cycle of life is completely backwards. We should die first, get that out of the way first. Then live in an asylum until we get kicked out for being too young. Strap on a golden watch and go to work. Then work for about 40 years until you’re young enough to enjoy your retirement. Then you can enjoy it worry-free. Drink lots of alcohol, have many parties and then go to college classes. Then school, have plenty of girlfriends. Become a child, no responsibilities, then back to being a baby in Mother’s arms, then back into the uterus, pass the last 9 months of your life floating… And then it all ends with an Orgasm. Wouldn’t it be perfect?