I know, of course, that by using film we can bring in other previously unknown worlds, realities beyond reality.

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.

Your king is SUPPOSED to explode? What kind of government system is that?

Faith is taking the first step even when you don't see the whole staircase.

How desperately difficult it is to be honest with oneself. It is much easier to be honest with other people.

Roosevelt's humor was broad, his manner friendly. Of wit there was little; of philosophy, none. What did he possess? Intuition, inspiration, love of adventure.

Over the years, Ive covered 22,000 miles.

I don't work to any commissions. I do what I want to do.

The peculiar fascination which the speeding train has for us comes from the evident progress it is making toward its definite goal ahead.

The Red Kimono tells it all—the bitterness and pain as well as the joy, pride and patriotism of a people too resilient to be beaten by racism.

The others followed, and found themselves in a small, stuffy basement, which would have been damp, smelly, close, and dark, were it not, in fact, well-lit, which prevented it from being dark.

It's a fairly recent thing but I've become very fond of making drinks myself.