The speed of a runaway horse counts for nothing.

Continue reading Proust. His magnificent intelligence is particularly fond of describing stupidity. Which is ultimately exhausting.

Film will only became an art when its materials are as inexpensive as pencil and paper.

Perhaps I know to what extent I can go too far.

Since the day of my birth, my death began its walk. It is walking toward me, without hurrying.

Childhood knows what it wants - to leave childhood behind.

Alas! I do not believe that inspiration falls from heaven. think it rather the result of a profound indolence.