If you know that I am an unbeliever, then you know me better than I do myself. I may be an unbeliever, but I am an unbeliever who has a nostalgia for a belief.

The cinema is an explosion of my love for reality.

And dead an epoch of our existence, which in a world destined to humiliate us was moral light and resistance.

When the soul hears no other calls than those of the sweet chaos of daily good and evil.

Nothing remains but to hope the end will come to extinguish the unrelenting pain of waiting for it.

Once life is finished it acquires a sense; up to that point it has not got a sense; its sense is suspended and therefore ambiguous.

Death does determine life.