One of ennui's most terribel components is the overwhelming feeling of ennui that comes over you whenever you try to explain it.

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.

I hate mankind, for I think myself one of the best of them, and I know how bad I am.

If you can't understand it without an explanation, you can't understand it with an explanation.

If I'm not doing something or working on something, I literally just sit in the room and think, which I don't think is productive. I won't go outside for days.

Anarcharsis, on learning that the sides of a ship were four fingers thick, said that "the passengers were just that distance from death.

Tonight was a disappointing effort. I thought we competed the last three quarters but in the first quarter we did not compete, we participated, and that's not acceptable.

But there is, I have learned, no permanent escape from the past. It may be an unrecognized law of our nature that we should be drawn back, inevitably, to the place where we have suffered most.

Promises that you make to yourself are often like the Japanese plum tree - they bear no fruit.

You cannot embrace the action or play the role correctly if you're having someone else do the movements for you. I want to be doing it myself, unless it's going to be a train wreck.

Do your duty today and repent tomorrow.

In my own family, my mother had my sister when I was 15 and for various reasons, I was extremely involved in raising her.