Art Is Science Made Flesh.

The Prettiest Dresses Are Worn To Be Taken Off.

Art Is A Marriage Of The Conscious And The Unconscious.

I'm Not Willing Just To Be Tolerated. That Wounds My Love Of Love And Of Liberty.

Man Seeks To Escape Himself In Myth, And Does So By Any Means At His Disposal. Drugs, Alcohol, Or Lies. Unable To Withdraw Into Himself, He Disguises Himself. Lies And Inaccuracy Give Him A Few Moments Of Comfort.

A Film Is A Petrified Fountain Of Thought.