Luis Bunuel's Two Semishort Surrealist Hand Grenades

Repeat, Over And Over Again, In Case Anyone Forgets It Or Believes The Contrary, That We Do Not Live In The Best Of All Possible Worlds.

I Think Films Are Perishable, Because They Depend Too Much On Technology, Which Advances Too Quickly And The Films Become Old-fashioned, Antiques. What I Hope For Is That Technology Advances To The Point That Films In The Future Will Depend On A Little Pill Which You Take; Then You Sit In The Dark, And From Your Eyes You Project The Film You Want To See On A Blank Wall.

I Can Only Wait For The Final Amnesia, The One That Can Erase An Entire Life.

The Cinema Seems To Have Been Invented To Express The Life Of The Subconscious, The Roots Of Which Penetrate Poetry So Deeply

If The Devil Were To Offer Me A Resurgence Of What Is Commonly Called Virility, I'd Decline. ''just Keep My Liver And Lungs In Good Working Order,'' I'd Reply, ''so I Can Go On Drinking And Smoking!''