Fellini, Kurosawa, and Bunuel move in the same field as Tarkovsky. Antonioni was on his way, but expired, suffocated by his own tediousness.

I make all my decisions on intuition. But then, I must know why I made that decision. I throw a spear into the darkness. That is intuition. Then I must send an army into the darkness to find the spear. That is intellect.

One of ennui's most terribel components is the overwhelming feeling of ennui that comes over you whenever you try to explain it.

I have thus decided to make a certain film and now begins the complicated and difficult-to-master work. To transfer rhythms, moods, atmosphere, tensions, sequences, tones and scents into words and sentences in a readable or at least understandable script. This is difficult but not impossible.

I write scripts to serve as skeletons awaiting the flesh and sinew of images.

First, I write down all I know about the story, at length and in detail. Then I sink the iceberg and let some of it float up just a little.

Death: Do you never stop questioning? Antonius Block: No. I never stop.