If A Poet Has A Dream, It

The Ear Disapproves But Tolerates Certain Musical Pieces; Transfer Them Into The Domain Of Our Nose, And We Will Be Forced To Flee.

Poetry Is A Religion With No Hope.

Film Will Only Became An Art When Its Materials Are As Inexpensive As Pencil And Paper.

We Must Believe In Luck. For How Else Can We Explain The Success Of Those We Don't Like?

It Is Not I Who Become Addicted, It Is My Body.