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.

Truth had run through my fingers. Every drop had escaped.

You cannot find peace by avoiding life.

I enjoy the spring more than the autumn now. One does, I think, as one gets older.

The way to write well is to live intensely.

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

Now this is very profound, what rhythm is, and goes far deeper than words. A sight, an emotion, creates this wave in the mind, long before it makes words to fit it.