I'm satisfied to have an ordinary success and an ordinary life and an ordinary income. Later, I don't know.

This new world which is being born is cynical and amnesiac. And it has eliminated perspective.

When Yeats said the center cannot hold, he was talking for himself, but it was true for the rest of us as well.

Self-portraits have been done in painting, but never in music or literature. It has no meaning, it makes no sense. And in movies I was wondering if it could. And how.

The silent film, it was cut at the age of thirty.

In Europe, the houses and the apartments are getting smaller. So there is no need to increase the screen because the apartment is becoming smaller.

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?