You See Me In My Most Virile

According To The Doctors, I'm Only Suffering From A Light Form Of Premature Baldness.

You See Me In My Most Virile Moment When You See Me Doing What I Do. When I Am Directing, A Special Energy Comes Upon Me. ... It Is Only When I Am Doing My Work That I Feel Truly Alive. It Is Like Having Sex.

Objects And Their Functions No Longer Had Any Significance. All I Perceived Was Perception Itself, The Hell Of Forms And Figures Devoid Of Human Emotion And Detached From The Reality Of My Unreal Environment. I Was An Instrument In A Virtual World That Constantly Renewed Its Own Meaningless Image In A Living World That Was Itself Perceived Outside Of Nature. And Since The Appearance Of Things Was No Longer Definitive But Limitless, This Paradisiacal Awareness Freed Me From The Reality External To Myself. The Fire And The Rose, As It Were, Became One.

The Beauty Of Life Are Women, No One Loves Them As Much As Me. I Adore Them All, The Ugly, The Beautiful, The Cold, The Sexy And Especially Those That Are From Cinema Material, Shadow And Light.

Every Time I Start A Picture ... I Feel The Same Fear, The Same Self-doubts . . . And I Have Only One Source On Which I Can Draw, Because It Comes From Within Me.