No Matter What Happens, Always

Like Many People, I Have No Religion, And I Am Just Sitting In A Small Boat Drifting With The Tide. I Live In The Doubts Of My Duty.... I Think There Is Dignity In This, Just To Go On Working.... Today We Stand Naked, Defenseless, And More Alone Than At Any Time In History. We Are Waiting For Something, Perhaps Another Miracle, Perhaps The Martians. Who Knows?

We Must Get Beyond Passions, Like A Great Work Of Art. In Such Miraculous Harmony. We Should Learn To Love Each Other So Much To Live Outside Of Time... Detached.

A Good Opening And A Good Ending Make For A Good Film Provided They Come Close Together.

Every Time I Start A Picture ... I Feel The Same Fear, The Same Self-doubts . . . And I Have Only One Source On Which I Can Draw, Because It Comes From Within Me.

What Is An Artist? A Provincial Who Finds Himself Somewhere Between A Physical Reality And A Metaphysical One... It’s This In-between That I’m Calling A Province, This Frontier Country Between The Tangible World And The Intangible One - Which Is Really The Realm Of The Artist.