Regrets Are A Waste Of Time. They're

We Must Get Beyond Passions, Like A Great Work Of Art. In Such Miraculous Harmony. We Should Learn To Love Each Other So Much To Live Outside Of Time... Detached.

Our Duty As Storytellers Is To Bring People To The Station. There Each Person Will Choose His Or Her Own Train...but We Must At Least Take Them To The Station...to A Point Of Departure.

Regrets Are A Waste Of Time. They're The Past Crippling You In The Present.

What Is An Artist? A Provincial Who Finds Himself Somewhere Between A Physical Reality And A Metaphysical One... It’s This In-between That I’m Calling A Province, This Frontier Country Between The Tangible World And The Intangible One - Which Is Really The Realm Of The Artist.

For People Who Live In The Imagination, There Is No Lack Of Subjects. To Seek For The Exact Moment At Which Inspiration Comes Is False. Imagination Floods Us With Suggestions All The Time, From All Directions.