A Film Is A Petrified Fountain Of

The Poet Is At The Disposal Of The Night. His Role Is Humble, He Must Clean House And Await Its Due Visitation.

Since These Mysteries Exceed My Grasp, I Shall Pretend To Have Organized Them.

The Art Of Genius Is Knowing How Far Out Is Too Far.

Perhaps I Know To What Extent I Can Go Too Far.

Lack Of Manners Is The Sign Of A Hero.