There was no freedom in life, and certainly there was none in death.

Romantic Love is only an Illusion. A story one makes up in One's Mind about Another Person.

There is a coherence in things, a stability; something... is immune from change and shines out... in the face of the flowing, the fleeting, the spectral, like a ruby.

For the film maker must come by his convention, as painters and writers and musicians have done before him.

He smiled the most exquisite smile, veiled by memory, tinged by dreams.

I am tied down with single words. But you wander off; you slip away; you rise up higher, with words and words in phrases.

You cannot find peace by avoiding life.