There Are Moments When I Can Wander

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.

I Am Conscious About Myself And Everything, And Then Suddenly, Or Slowly, My Conscious Fades Out. Switches Off. And It's Not Existing, And That's A Marvelous Feeling. That From Existing, I Am Not Existing. And At That Moment, Nothing Can Happen To Me.

I Was A Very Unpleasant Young Man. If I Met The Young Ingmar Today I'd Say, 'you're Very Talented And I'll Try To Help You, But I Don't Want Anything Else To Do With You.

Today We Say All Art Is Political. But I'd Say All Art Has To Do With Ethics. Which After All Really Comes To The Same Thing. It's A Matter Of Attitudes.

All Of Us Collect Fortunes When We Are Children. A Fortune Of Colors, Of Lights, And Darkness, Of Movement, Of Tensions. Some Of Us Have The Fantastic Chance To Go Back To His Fortune When Grown Up.