Nothing Is More Honest Than A Dream.

I Think Television Has Betrayed The Meaning Of Democratic Speech, Adding Visual Chaos To The Confusion Of Voices. What Role Does Silence Have In All This Noise?

Don't Forget That Costumes, Like Dreams, Are Symbolic Communication. Dreams Teach Us That A Language For Everything Exists - For Every Object, Every Color Worn, Every Clothing Detail. Hence, Costumes Provide An Aesthetic Objectification That Helps To Tell The Character's Story.

Objects And Their Functions No Longer Had Any Significance. All I Perceived Was Perception Itself, The Hell Of Forms And Figures Devoid Of Human Emotion And Detached From The Reality Of My Unreal Environment. I Was An Instrument In A Virtual World That Constantly Renewed Its Own Meaningless Image In A Living World That Was Itself Perceived Outside Of Nature. And Since The Appearance Of Things Was No Longer Definitive But Limitless, This Paradisiacal Awareness Freed Me From The Reality External To Myself. The Fire And The Rose, As It Were, Became One.

All Art Is Autobiographical; The Pearl Is The Oyster's Autobiography.

There Is Abundant Testimony That If We Choose Love Rather Than Self, We Gain Immeasurably.