I Was A Very Unpleasant Young Man.

Artistic License Sneered Through The Thin Fabric.

I Don't Watch My Own Films Very Often. I Become So Jittery And Ready To Cry... And Miserable. I Think It's Awful.

Everything Is Worth Precisely As Much As A Belch, The Difference Being That A Belch Is More Satisfying.

When Film Is Not A Document, It Is Dream. That Is Why Tarkovsky Is The Greatest Of Them All. He Moves With Such Naturalness In The Room Of Dreams. He Doesn't Explain. What Should He Explain Anyhow? He Is A Spectator, Capable Of Staging His Visions In The Most Unwieldy But, In A Way, The Most Willing Of Media. All My Life I Have Hammered On The Doors Of The Rooms In Which He Moves So Naturally. Only A Few Times Have I Managed To Creep Inside. Most Of My Conscious Efforts Have Ended In Embarrassing Failure - The Serpent's Egg, The Touch, Face To Face And So On.

I Know, Of Course, That By Using Film We Can Bring In Other Previously Unknown Worlds, Realities Beyond Reality.