Everyone knows that time is Death, that Death hides in clocks. Imposing another time powered by the Clock of the Imagination, however, can refuse his law. Here, freed of the Grim Reaper's scythe, we learn that pain is knowledge and all knowledge pain.

The visionary is the only realist.

I even see the cinema itself as a woman, with its alternation of light and darkness, of appearing and disappearing images

Regrets are a waste of time. They're the past crippling you in the present.

The artist is the medium between his fantasies and the rest of the world.

If there were a little more silence, if we all kept quiet...maybe we could understand something.

Hype is the awkward and desperate attempt to convince journalists that what you've made is worth the misery of having to review it.