We're All Time's Captives, Hostages To Eternity.

Departure Beyond The Borders Of My Country Is For Me Equivalent To Death.

Art Has Two Constant, Two Unending Concerns: It Always Meditates On Death And Thus Always Creates Life. All Great, Genuine Art Resembles And Continues The Revelation Of St John.

They Don't Ask Much Of You. They Only Want You To Hate The Things You Love And To Love The Things You Despise.

The Most Extraordinary Discoveries Are Made When The Artist Is Overwhelmed By What He Has To Say.

About Dreams. It Is Usually Taken For Granted That You Dream Of Something That Has Made A Particularly Strong Impression On You During The Day, But It Seems To Me It´s Just The Contrary. Often It´s Something You Paid No Attention To At The Time -- A Vague Thought That You Didn´t Bother To Think Out To The End, Words Spoken Without Feeling And Which Passed Unnoticed -- These Are The Things That Return At Night, Clothed In Flesh And Blood, And They Become The Subjects Of Dreams, As If To Make Up For Having Been Ignored During Waking Hours.