At Sixteen I Get Drafted. When I

Why Have I Had This Life? If I Knew, I Wouldn't Have Done It

I've Solved The Mystery: You Have To Submit Silently. Open Up, Let Go. Let Anything Penetrate You, Even The Most Painful Things. Endure. Bear Up. That's The Magic Key! The Text Comes By Itself, And Its Meaning Shakes The Soul. You Mustn't Let Scar Tissue Form On Your Wounds; You Have To Keep Ripping Them Open In Order To Turn Your Insides Into A Marvelous Instrument That Is Capable Of Anything. All This Has Its Price.

One Should Judge A Man Mainly From His Depravities. Virtues Can Be Faked. Depravities Are Real.

I Could Be With A Woman In A Bed, For Weeks Even, And It Would Seem To Me Like Three Seconds. Or 300 Years.

Why Do I Continue Making Movies? Making Movies Is Better Than Cleaning Toilets.