Lack Of Manners Is The

The Public Is Never Pleased With What We Do, Wanting Always A Copy Of What We Have Done.

The Cinema Is Death At Work.

A Film Is A Petrified Fountain Of Thought.

In Exiling Myself I Am Not Exiling A Monster, But A Man Whom Society Will Not Allow To Live, Since It Considers One Of The Mysterious Cogs In God's Masterpiece To Be A Mistake.

Poetry Is An Ethic. By Ethic I Mean A Secret Code Of Behavior, A Discipline Constructed And Conducted According To The Capabilities Of A Man Who Rejects The Falsifications Of The Categorical Imperative.