Here, In My Solitude, I

Only Someone Who Is Well Prepared Has The Opportunity To Improvise.

No Other Art-medium–neither Painting Nor Poetry–can Communicate The Specific Quality Of The Dream As Well As The Film Can. When The Lights Go Down In The Cinema And This White Shining Point Opens Up For Us, Our Gaze Stops Flitting Hither And Thither, Settles And Becomes Quite Steady. We Just Sit There, Letting The Images Flow Out Over Us. Our Will Ceases To Function. We Lose Our Ability To Sort Things Out And Fix Them In Their Proper Places. We're Drawn Into A Course Of Events–we're Participants In A Dream. And Manufacturing Dreams, That's A Juicy Business.

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.'

Here, In My Solitude, I Have The Feeling That I Contain Too Much Humanity.

I Usually Take A Walk After Breakfast, Write For Three Hours, Have Lunch And Read In The Afternoon. Demons Don’t Like Fresh Air - They Prefer It If You Stay In Bed With Cold Feet; For A Person Who Is As Chaotic As Me, Who Struggles To Be In Control, It Is An Absolute Necessity To Follow These Rules And Routines. If I Let Myself Go, Nothing Will Get Done.