Find First, Seek Later.

Every Poem Is A Coat Of Arms. It Must Be Deciphered. How Much Blood, How Many Tears In Exchange For These Axes, These Muzzles, These Unicorns, These Torches, These Towers, These Martlets, These Seedlings Of Stars And These Fields Of Blue!

The Job Of The Poet (a Job Which Can't Be Learned) Consists Of Placing Those Objects Of The Visible World Which Have Become Invisible Due To The Glue Of Habit, In An Unusual Position Which Strikes The Soul And Gives Them A Tragic Force.

The Art Of Genius Is Knowing How Far Out Is Too Far.

Film Will Only Became An Art When Its Materials Are As Inexpensive As Pencil And Paper.

Don't For A Moment Believe He Was Killing The Young; He Was Costuming Angels.