From Such Trivia, I Believe My Soul

Tomorrow, The Birds Will Sing. Be Brave. Face Life.

Where Words Leave Off, Gesture Begins. Don't We Speak Of A Person Being Speechless With Rage, Dancing With Impatience, Setting His Teeth? The Final Motions Of The Soul Are Speechless, Animal, Grotesque, Or Of An Incomparable Beauty.

Dictators Free Themselves, But They Enslave The People!

In This Book I Do Not Intend To Give A Blow-by-blow Description Of A Sex Bout: I Find Them Inartistic, Clinical And Unpoetic. The Circumstances That Lead Up To Sex I Find More Interesting.

I Don't Want To Create A Revolution - I Just Want To Create A Few More Films.