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I Make All My Decisions On Intuition. But Then, I Must Know Why I Made That Decision. I Throw A Spear Into The Darkness. That Is Intuition. Then I Must Send An Army Into The Darkness To Find The Spear. That Is Intellect.

I Supply My Own Angels And Demons. I Exist On A Stony Beach, Which Lowers Itself In Waves Toward A Protective Ocean. A Dog Barks; A Child Cries; The Day Sinks And Becomes Night. You Can Never Scare Me. No Human Being Will Be Able To Scare Me Ever Again. I Have A Prayer That I Repeat To Myself In Absolute Stillness: May A Wind Come To Stir Up The Ocean And The Stifling Twilight. May A Bird Come From Water Out There And Explode The Silence With Its Call.

I Know, Of Course, That By Using Film We Can Bring In Other Previously Unknown Worlds, Realities Beyond Reality.

All Of Us Collect Fortunes When We Are Children. A Fortune Of Colors, Of Lights, And Darkness, Of Movement, Of Tensions. Some Of Us Have The Fantastic Chance To Go Back To His Fortune When Grown Up.

Self-portraiture Is Something One Should Never Get Involved In, Since It Is Wrong To Lie Even Though One Endeavours To Tell The Truth.