Why all these signs around us that make me doubt language and submerge me in meanings, drowning reality instead of extracting it from the imaginary?

One of the most striking signs of the decay of art is when we see its separate forms jumbled together.

You can't transmit a landscape, happily enough.

I think I'm innocently representing a certain belief in motion pictures, and, well OK.

We are losing our own capacity because we are poisoned in one way or another.

Movies are a world of Fragments.

What is your greatest ambition in life?' 'To become immortal... and then die.