The challenge to me as a director was for the audience to see the film as going on in a straight line, so that they did not sense all of these break-ups. I did not want a film to be a collage of all these images.
Now begins a torrent of words and a trickling of sense.
What a wee little part of a person's life are his acts and his words! His real life is led in his head, and is known to none but himself.
I have a pretty bad temper. But you have to really push me to see it. But everybody has their things.
All my life I've looked at words as though I were seeing them for the first time.
If time is not real, then the dividing line between this world and eternity, between suffering and bliss, between good and evil, is also an illusion.
Well, I don't know if I can comment on Kant or Hegel because I'm no real philosopher in the sense of knowing what these people have said in any detail so let me not comment on that too much.
Simplicity is not an objective in art, but one achieves simplicity despite one's self by entering into the real sense of things.
The television industry doesn't like to see the compexity of the world. It prefers simple reporting, with simple ideas: this is white, that's black; this is good, that's bad.
The word love has by no means the same sense for both sexes, and this is one cause of the serious misunderstandings that divide them.
I always like to reveal the fact that the emperor has no clothes. And children are best at that. They teach us how to see the world in that sense. They are without artifice; they see it for what it is. I am drawn to that ruthless honesty.
Let's put it this way: art house theaters are vanishing. They have almost disappeared completely, and that means there's a shift in what audiences want to see. And they have to be aware of that and be realistic. It's as simple as that.
The artist must be in his work as God is in creation, invisible and all-powerful; one must sense him everywhere but never see him.
Well, most men have bound thier eyes with one or another handkerchief, and attached themselves to some one of these communities of opinion.? This conformity makes them not false in a few particulars, author of a few lies, but false in all particulars.? Thier every? truth is not quite true.? Thier two is not the? real two, thier four is not the real four; so that every word they say chagrins us and we know not where to begin to set them right.?Meantime nature is not slow to equip us in the prison uniform of the party to which we adhere.? We come to wear one cut of face and figure, and aquire, by degrees, the gentlest asinine expression.
I wanted to see the debates and I believe in the quality of the argument. I don't vote party line. I vote for the best person. I am a purist.
A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness. It finds the thought and the thought finds the words.
I have long thought that anyone who does not regularly - or ever - gaze up and see the wonder and glory of a dark night sky filled with countless stars loses a sense of their fundamental connectedness to the universe.
For in every particular of the Word there is an internal sense which treats of things spiritual and heavenly, not of things natural and worldly, such as are treated of in the sense of the letter.
I don't want to be a silly temptress. I cannot see any sense in getting dressed up and doing nothing but tempting men in pictures.
True realism consists in revealing the surprising things which habit keeps covered and prevents us from seeing.
National film industries tend to move in cycles. In Australia right now, we're on a high, a feeling of potential, which as yet shows no sign of flagging. But the word "industry" is misleading. A small national cinema has no industry in the Hollywood sense.
If you cry "Forward" you must be sure to make clear the direction in which to go. Don't you see that if you fail to do that and simply call out the word to a monk and a revolutionary, they will go in precisely opposite directions?
For the spiritual sense of the Word treats everywhere of the spiritual world, that is, of the state of the church in the heavens, as well as in the earth; hence the Word is spiritual and Divine.
Chance is a word void of sense; nothing can exist without a cause.
Beauty comes from a life well lived. If you've lived well, your smile lines are in the right places, and your frown lines aren't too bad, what more do you need?