Marjane Satrapi (Persian: مرجان ساتراپی) (born 22 November 1969) is an Iranian-born French graphic novelist, illustrator, film director, and children's book author. Read full biography of Marjane Satrapi →
I have been brought up open-minded. If I didn't know any people from other countries, I'd think everyone was evil based on news stories. But... →
I don't think that I have ever been rebellious. The thing is that I don't believe in people - what people tell me. I have to accept it in my... →
I never wanted to make a graphic novel. As soon as you become a 'writer,' you have to be intelligent all the time... I like the fact that I... →
I think that all stories - if you make movies about zombies and aliens - it has always to do with your personal story. If not directly, it is about... →
I'm not a very good financing person. I don't even know how much money I have in my bank account. I never have opened one single envelope... →
If it's a good work of adaptation, the book should remain a book and the film should remain a film, and you should not necessarily read the book... →
It's always extremely interesting to speak at colleges. My books are taught in many colleges in America and are part of the educational system... →
There are things that I love in Iranian cinema and things that I don't. In Iranian cinema, you have to use metaphor because you are living under... →
You know, comics were created at the same time as the cinema. And the cinema very quickly became a major art. Cartooning didn't become a major... →
You know, the cynicism that is in the politics, it is not for my soul. It makes me - out of me, an extremely bitter, cynical person that I hate to... →
It's true that, in Iran, women have half of the rights men do. And yet 66 per cent of students are women.
Smoking kills you, but life kills you, and if you don't want to die, go into a freezer when you are born and nothing will happen to you.
If the majority of people were right, we'd be living in paradise. But we are not living in paradise, we are living in hell. What does it mean?... →