It's Beyond The Grasp Of Anyone's Memory

I Was Extremely Shy. And I Simply Didn't Know How To Go About It. It Seemed A Lot Easier To Write Than To Make Films. All I Needed Was A Pencil And A Piece Of Paper, Whereas Filmmaking Was Something I Had No Access To.

I Think Human Beings Wouldn't Be Human Without Narrative Fiction.

Reason And Memory Are Nearly Always At Odds.

When A Person Is Lucky Enough To Live Inside A Story, To Live Inside An Imaginary World, The Pains Of This World Disappear. For As Long As The Story Goes On, Reality No Longer Exists.

Paintings. Or The Collapse Of Time In Images.