I love when things are transparent, free and clear of all inhibition and judgement.
Every town, like every man, has its own countenance; they have a common likeness and yet are different; one keeps in his mind all their peculiar touches.
The whole world is a series of miracles, but we're so used to them we call them ordinary things.
Just living is not enough. . . one must have sunshine, freedom, and a little flower.
Life itself is the most wonderful fairy tale.
To move, to breathe, to fly, to float, To gain all while you give, To roam the roads of lands remote, To travel is to live.
Everything you look at can become a fairy tale and you can get a story from everything you touch.
Love and compassion. . . are the ultimate source of human happiness, and the need for them lies at the very core of our being.
I didn't mind giving up carnality, jewelry and red meat in return for comradeship and an afterlife.
Fellini was more in love with breasts than Russ Meyer, more wracked with guilt than Ingmar Bergman, more of a flamboyant showman than Busby Berkeley. . . Amarcord seems almost to flow from the camera, as anecdotes will flow from one who has told them often and knows they work. This was the last of his films made for no better reason than Fellini wanted to make it.
Consider it the greatest of all virtues to restrain the tongue.