The Demons Are Innumerable, Arrive At The

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.

I Think I'm Swedish Because I Like To Live Here On This Island. You Can't Imagine The Loneliness And Isolation In This Country. In That Way, I'm Very Swedish - I Don't Dislike To Be Alone.

The Film Medium Is Some Sort Of Magic. I Think Also It's A Magic That Every Frame Comes And Stands Still For A Fraction Of A Second And Then It Darkens. A Half Part Of The Time When You See A Picture You Sit In Complete Darkness. Isn't That Fascinating? That Is Magic.

My Basic View Of Things Is - Not To Have Any Basic View Of Things. From Having Been Exceedingly Dogmatic, My Views On Life Have Gradually Dissolved. They Don't Exist Any Longer.

The World Is A Den Of Thieves, And Night Is Falling. Evil Breaks Its Chains And Runs Through The World Like A Mad Dog. The Poison Affects Us All. No One Escapes. Therefore Let Us Be Happy While We Are Happy. Let Us Be Kind, Generous, Affectionate And Good. It Is Necessary And Not At All Shameful To Take Pleasure In The Little World.