I Was A Very Unpleasant Young Man.

The Individualists Stare Into Each Other's Eyes And Yet Deny The Existence Of Each Other.

People Ask What Are My Intentions With My Films - My Aims. It Is A Difficult And Dangerous Question, And I Usually Give An Evasive Answer.

Fellini, Kurosawa, And Bunuel Move In The Same Field As Tarkovsky. Antonioni Was On His Way, But Expired, Suffocated By His Own Tediousness.

I Supply My Own Angels And Demons. I Exist On A Stony Beach, Which Lowers Itself In Waves Toward A Protective Ocean. A Dog Barks; A Child Cries; The Day Sinks And Becomes Night. You Can Never Scare Me. No Human Being Will Be Able To Scare Me Ever Again. I Have A Prayer That I Repeat To Myself In Absolute Stillness: May A Wind Come To Stir Up The Ocean And The Stifling Twilight. May A Bird Come From Water Out There And Explode The Silence With Its Call.

Well, We're Grasping For Two Things At Once. Partly For Communion With Others - That's The Deepest Instinct In Us. And Partly, We're Seeking Security. By Constant Communion With Others We Hope We Shall Be Able To Accept The Horrible Fact Of Our Total Solitude.