Memory Does Not Make Films, It Makes

In Her Presence I Could Dare Everything: Sincerity, Emotion, Pathos.

And There Lies The Horror: The Past We Remember Is Devoid Of Time. Impossible To Reexperience A Love The Way We Reread A Book Or Resee A Film.

Even In The Game There Lurks A Lack Of Freedom; Even In A Game Is A Trap For The Players.

Nudity Is The Uniform Of The Other Side... Nudity Is A Shroud.

The Stupidity Of People Comes From Having An Answer For Everything. The Wisdom Of The Novel Comes From Having A Question For Everything. The Novelist Teaches The Reader To Comprehend The World As A Question. There Is Wisdom And Tolerance In That Attitude. In A World Built On Sacrosanct Certainties The Novel Is Dead.