[comparing Francois Truffaut and Alfred Hitchcock]: In any universe neatly controlled by the proper processes of logic, Truffaut would have nothing to do with Hitchcock. How could the spiritual son of Jean Renoir, warm, lyrical, contented, expansive son of the painter himself, who never planned a shot till the moment was on him, and who was open to everyone's suggestions, possibly have any sympathy for the master of solitary pre-planning? The fact is, of course, he does; and we must therefore think again.
