A film fable so structured that all alchemical searchings are clearly filmwise (gold being discovered cinematically in each sequence ot mixed black-and-white and color) so that when the drama-discovery is actually made, it acts as a deliberate anti-climax of aesthetic perfection.

The capacity to be intrinsic and vulgar is American.

It is just seeing-it is a very simple word-and to be a visionary is to be a seer. The problem is that most people can't see.

How many colors are there in a field of grass to the crawling baby unaware of 'Green'?

Novelists and poets have existed side by side forever.

If only, then, I had been more living out of the present--such a beautiful word...present. The sense of it being, now to me, more beautiful than 'to look forward.

Imagine a world alive with incomprehensible objects, and shimmering with an endless variety of movement and innumerable gradations of colour. Imagine a world before the 'beginning was the word.