Justice can span years. Retribution is not subject to a calendar.

Ideas come from the Earth. They come from every human experience that you’ve either witnessed or have heard about, translated into your brain in your own sense of dialogue, in your own language form. Ideas are born from what is smelled, heard, seen, experienced, felt, emotionalized. Ideas are probably in the air, like little tiny items of ozone.

Writers, like most human beings, are adaptable creatures. They can learn to accept subordination without growing fond of it. No writer can forever stand in the wings and watch other people take the curtain calls while his own contributions get lost in the shuffle.

I'm afraid that if I started to ponder who I am and what I am, I might not like what I find.

I think I would like to be in Victorian times. Small town. Bandstands. Summer. That kind of thing. Without disease.

In almost everything I've written there is a thread of this: man's seemingly palpable need to dislike someone other than himself.

An Ingmar Bergman film would probably owe a sizeable bulk of its import and its direction and its quality to the directorial end and to the director because it's uniquely a Bergman film. But that again is not the general - no, that's much more the exception than the rule.