Artistic License Sneered Through The Thin Fabric.

One Has To Manage Alone As Best One Can. (karin Bergman)

The Older I Become, The More I Think About My Mother.

I Don't Watch My Own Films Very Often. I Become So Jittery And Ready To Cry... And Miserable. I Think It's Awful.

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 Want To Confess As Best I Can, But My Heart Is Void. The Void Is A Mirror. I See My Face And Feel Loathing And Horror. My Indifference To Men Has Shut Me Out. I Live Now In A World Of Ghosts, A Prisoner In My Dreams.