The public only takes up yesterday as a stick to beat today.
It is not inspiration; it is expiration.
Alas! I do not believe that inspiration falls from heaven. think it rather the result of a profound indolence.
Nothing is more intriguing than a still photograph in the middle of a motion picture... Just as an accident is a cry changed into silence and not a silence after a cry, photography is speed rendered motionless.
I have a piece of great and sad news to tell you: I am dead.
The hot hall full of painted girls and American soldiers is a saloon in some Western film. This noise drenches us, wakens us to do something else. It shows us a lost path.