Artistic License Sneered Through The

I Feel Very Strongly That I’m Surrounded By Other Realities.

I Want To Be One Of The Artists In The Cathedral On The Great Plain. I Want To Make A Dragon's Head, An Angel, A Devil - Or Perhaps A Saint - Out Of Stone.

The Theater Is Like A Faithful Wife. The Film Is The Great Adventure - The Costly, Exacting Mistress.

Say Anything You Want Against The Seventh Seal. My Fear Of Death - This Infantile Fixation Of Mine - Was, At That Moment, Overwhelming. I Felt Myself In Contact With Death Day And Night, And My Fear Was Tremendous. When I Finished The Picture, My Fear Went Away. I Have The Feeling Simply Of Having Painted A Canvas In An Enormous Hurry - With Enormous Pretension But Without Any Arrogance. I Said, 'here Is A Painting; Take It, Please.'

I'm Planning, You See, To Try To Confine Myself To The Truth. That's Hard For An Old, Inveterate Fantasy Martyr And Liar Who Has Never Hesitated To Give Truth The Form He Felt The Occasion Demanded.