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

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

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 shoot a film is to organize an entire universe.

we are not leaving anyone behind we have to stick togheter in order to stay safe.

Souls and memories can do strange things during trance.

...I've marked our sacred place not with stones - I've put it my art to keep it safe...

I worked in a pet store and people would ask how big I would get.

There is no such thing as defeat except when it comes from within. As long as a person doesn't admit he is defeated, he is not defeated-he's just a little behind and isn't through fighting.

Every week we ought to have one hour for recieving letters, then go take a bath.

Mania can be as terrifying as it gets. It is certainly as insane as one gets and so it's frightening when it gets out of control, but there are periods of mania when it can be extremely attractive.

At twelve noon, The natives swoon And no further work is doneBut mad dogs and Englishmen, Go out in the midday sun.

I like to be in a European city where I can speak my language.

What falls away is always. And is near.