Mechanical Reproduction Emancipates The Work Of Art

It Is In A Small Village In The Pyrenees Where No One Knows Me 7that My Life Will Come To A Close.... There Is Not Enough Time Remaining For Me To Write All The Letters I Would Like To Write.

Reminiscences, Even Extensive Ones, Do Not Always Amount To An Autobiography. For Autobiography Has To Do With Time, With Sequence And What Makes Up The Continuous Flow Of Life. Here, I Am Talking Of A Space, Of Moments And Discontinuities. For Even If Months And Years Appear Here, It Is In The Form They Have At The Moment Of Commemoration.

Genuine Polemics Approach A Book As Lovingly As A Cannibal Spices A Baby.

The Film Is The First Art Form Capable Of Demonstrating How Matter Plays Tricks On Man.

The Only Way Of Knowing A Person Is To Love Them Without Hope.