It Is Only For Those Without Hope

Bourgeois Existence Is The Regime Of Private Affairs . . . And The Family Is The Rotten, Dismal Edifice In Whose Closets And Crannies The Most Ignominious Instincts Are Deposited. Mundane Life Proclaims The Total Subjugation Of Eroticism To Privacy.

The Film Is The First Art Form Capable Of Demonstrating How Matter Plays Tricks On Man.

In Every Case The Storyteller Is A Man Who Has Counsel For His Readers.

To The Lover The Loved One Always Appears As Solitary.

Work On A Good Piece Of Writing Proceeds On Three Levels: A Musical One, Where It Is Composed, An Architectural One, Where It Is Constructed, And Finally A Textile One, Where It Is Woven.