From an early age onward, it was said that 'Ingmar has no sense of humor.'

I am living permanently in my dream, from which I make brief forays into reality.

No form of art goes beyond ordinary consciousness as film does, straight to our emotions, deep into the twilight room of the soul.

Here, in my solitude, I have the feeling that I contain too much humanity.

Old age is like climbing a mountain. You climb from ledge to ledge. The higher you get, the more tired and breathless you become, but your views become more extensive.

Only someone who is well prepared has the opportunity to improvise.

We make each other alive; it doesn’t make a difference if it hurts.

Film as dream, film as music. No art passes our conscience in the way film does, and goes directly to our feelings, deep down into the dark rooms of our souls.

My basic view of things is - not to have any basic view of things. From having been exceedingly dogmatic, my views on life have gradually dissolved. They don't exist any longer.

There is no art form that has so much in common with film as music. Both affect our emotions directly, not via the intellect.

There's always a tension in me between my urge to destroy and my will to live... Every morning I wake up with a new wrath, a new suspiciousness, a new desire to live.

To have contrary [negative, wrong] intellect has become an odd rule in this current era, hasn’t it? The one who proceeds with caution will win.

Good judgment comes by way of experience, which comes of bad judgment.

When you're in love, the sun never stops shining.

Mom and Dad would stay in bed on Sunday morning, but the kids would have to go to church.

That anyone who possesses power has a tendency to abuse it is an eternal truth. They tend to go as far as the barriers will allow.

For me, lost causes are the only ones that are worth fighting for. The other stuff is not worth fighting for.

Religion often is misused for purely power-political goals, including war.

If you have a camera in the courtroom, there's no filtering. What you see is what's there.

It was never supposed to be a hit. It was supposed to be a Joe Morello drum solo.

Are you willing to give and be poured out until you are used up and exhausted-not seeking to be ministered to, but to minister?