I need the seasons to live to the rhythm of rain and sun.

We are made from clay, water, sun, air, and dream, and we feed on clay, water, air, sun, and dream. We are rains, snows, suns, we are seasons without the right to go back.

I just heard a very funny story about somebody who died yesterday, I'm sorry to say so but it was so absurd that you can't help laughing. And the person that was concerned about that story was laughing too.

And I think it's very rare to have good stories, well written comedies.

What I am interested in is the present time.

On Leonardo DiCaprio: What is he - eleven? thirteen? I could play his nanny.