Here, In My Solitude, I Have The

No Other Art-medium–neither Painting Nor Poetry–can Communicate The Specific Quality Of The Dream As Well As The Film Can. When The Lights Go Down In The Cinema And This White Shining Point Opens Up For Us, Our Gaze Stops Flitting Hither And Thither, Settles And Becomes Quite Steady. We Just Sit There, Letting The Images Flow Out Over Us. Our Will Ceases To Function. We Lose Our Ability To Sort Things Out And Fix Them In Their Proper Places. We're Drawn Into A Course Of Events–we're Participants In A Dream. And Manufacturing Dreams, That's A Juicy Business.

Growing Older Is Like Climbing A Mountain: The Higher You Get, The More Strength You Need, But The Further You See.

I Usually Take A Walk After Breakfast, Write For Three Hours, Have Lunch And Read In The Afternoon. Demons Don’t Like Fresh Air - They Prefer It If You Stay In Bed With Cold Feet; For A Person Who Is As Chaotic As Me, Who Struggles To Be In Control, It Is An Absolute Necessity To Follow These Rules And Routines. If I Let Myself Go, Nothing Will Get Done.

Old Age Is Like Climbing A Mountain. You Climb From Ledge To Ledge. The Higher You Get, The More Tired And Breathless You Become, But Your Views Become More Extensive.

I Am Living Permanently In My Dream, From Which I Make Brief Forays Into Reality.