The Older I Become, The More I

Occasionally I Sense An Insane Wail Deep Down In The Pit, The Echo Alone Reaching Me, Striking Without Warning, A Child Weeping Uninhibitedly, Imprisoned Forever.

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

Only Someone Who Is Well Prepared Has The Opportunity To Improvise.

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 Am Very Much Aware Of My Own Double Self... The Well-known One Is Very Under Control; Everything Is Planned And Very Secure. The Unknown One Can Be Very Unpleasant. I Think This Side Is Responsible For All The Creative Work - He Is In Touch With The Child.