To Feel. To Trust The Feeling. I

The World Is A Den Of Thieves, And Night Is Falling. Evil Breaks Its Chains And Runs Through The World Like A Mad Dog. The Poison Affects Us All. No One Escapes. Therefore Let Us Be Happy While We Are Happy. Let Us Be Kind, Generous, Affectionate And Good. It Is Necessary And Not At All Shameful To Take Pleasure In The Little World.

Then I Felt That Every Inflection Of My Voice, Every Word In My Mouth, Was A Lie, A Play Whose Sole Purpose Was To Cover Emptiness And Boredom. There Was Only One Way I Could Avoid A State Of Despair And A Breakdown. To Be Silent. And To Reach Behind The Silence For Clarity Or At Least Try To Collect The Resources That Might Still Be Available To Me.

Growing Older Is Like Climbing A Mountain: The Higher You Get, The More Strength You Need, But The Further You See.

There Is No Art Form That Has So Much In Common With Film As Music. Both Affect Our Emotions Directly, Not Via The Intellect.

I Have A Lot Of Tics And Phobias. I Hate To Travel. I Hate To Go To Festivals. I Hate It When Somebody Gets Close Behind Me. I'm Scared Of The Darkness. I Hate Open Doors.