There Is Abundant Testimony That If We

The Public Has Lost The Habit Of Movie-going Because The Cinema No Longer Possesses The Charm, The Hypnotic Charisma, The Authority It Once Commanded. The Image It Once Held For Us All — That Of A Dream We Dreamt With Our Eyes Open — Has Disappeared. Is It Still Possible That One Thousand People Might Group Together In The Dark And Experience The Dream That A Single Individual Has Directed?

Money Is Everywhere But So Is Poetry. What We Lack Are The Poets.

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.

Regrets Are A Waste Of Time. They're The Past Crippling You In The Present.

I Always Direct The Same Film. I Can't Distinguish One From The Other.