Hype Is The Awkward And Desperate Attempt

I Even See The Cinema Itself As A Woman, With Its Alternation Of Light And Darkness, Of Appearing And Disappearing Images

I Think That One Can Have Luck If One Tries To Create An Atmosphere Of Spontaneity.

Everyone Knows That Time Is Death, That Death Hides In Clocks. Imposing Another Time Powered By The Clock Of The Imagination, However, Can Refuse His Law. Here, Freed Of The Grim Reaper's Scythe, We Learn That Pain Is Knowledge And All Knowledge Pain.

I Think Television Has Betrayed The Meaning Of Democratic Speech, Adding Visual Chaos To The Confusion Of Voices. What Role Does Silence Have In All This Noise?

The Picture Is In Your Head, In Your Imagination, Everything.