A Picture Is Not A Window...an Abstract

A Film Is A Petrified Fountain Of Thought.

An Artist Cannot Speak About His Art Any More Than A Plant Can Discuss Horticulture.

My Little Renoirs. Matisse Describes Having Seen Renoir Make These Tiny Canvases. When He Had Finished Working, He Would Use Up The Color Left In His Brushes On Them.

Since The Day Of My Birth, My Death Began Its Walk. It Is Walking Toward Me, Without Hurrying.

The Cinema Is Death At Work.