Birds Born In Cages Think That Flying

If Art Is Not A Medicine For The Society, It Is A Poison.

My Consciousness Is Without Limits More Than When I Was 40 Or 50.

Movies Have Heart. Have Mind. Have Power. Have Ambition.

Birds Born In A Cage Think Flying Is An Illness.

And I Imagine... With Great Pleasure... All The Horrible Stirrings Of The Nonmanifested To Bring Forth The Scream Which Creates The Universe. Maybe One Day I'll See You Trembling, And You'll Go Into Convulsion And Grow Larger And Smaller Until Your Mouth Opens And The World Will Come From Your Mouth, Escaping Through The Window Like A River, And It Will Flood The City. And Then We'll Begin To Live.