One Has To Manage Alone As Best

Old Age Is Like Climbing A Mountain. You Climb From Ledge To Ledge. The Higher You Get, The More Tired And Breathless You Become, But Your Views Become More Extensive.

When I Was Young, I Was Extremely Scared Of Dying. But Now I Think It A Very, Very Wise Arrangement. It's Like A Light That Is Extinguished. Not Very Much To Make A Fuss About

Art Lost Its Basic Creative Drive The Moment It Was Separated From Worship. It Severed An Umbilical Cord And Now Lives Its Own Sterile Life, Generating And Degenerating Itself. In Former Days The Artist Remained Unknown And His Work Was To The Glory Of God.

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.

When You Feel Perpetually Unmotivated, You Start Questioning Your Existence In An Unhealthy Way; Everything Becomes A Pseudo Intellectual Question You Have No Interest In Responding Whatsoever. This Whole Process Becomes Your Very Skin And It Does Not Merely Affect You; It Actually Defines You. So, You See Yourself As A Shadowy Figure Unworthy Of Developing Interest, Unworthy Of Wondering About The World - Profoundly Unworthy In Every Sense And Deeply Absent In Your Very Presence.