"My thoughts are misguided and a little naive
I twitch and I salivate like with myxomatosis
You should put me in a home or you should put me down
I got myxomatosis
I got myxomatosis
Yeah no one likes a smart ass but we all like stars
But that wasn't my intention, I did it for a reason
It must have got mixed up
Strangled beaten up
I got myxomatosis
I got myxomatosis
I don't know why I
Feel so tongue-tied"

"I see myself forever and ever as the ridiculous man, the lonely soul, the wanderer, the restless frustrated artist, the man in love with love, always in search of the absolute, always seeking the unattainable."

"Uma pedra. Igual a si mesma, como só o são as naturezas inertes. As pessoas escorregam e, se num momento foram, no seguinte já não mais o são; a possibilidade de ser se reduz, contrai, escapa, ou num repente aumenta para explodir inesperada. As coisas se afirmam nelas mesmas em cada segundo de cada minuto. E em cada segundo futuro, serão ainda elas mesmas, sem se acrescentarem ou diminuírem. Para sempre, uma pedra será uma pedra. E por que então, enfim, esta palidez minha? Por que a encarava e pensava, e a constatava em sua permanência despida de mistérios e, no entanto, hesitava? Deveria compreendê-la no passar de olhos e ir adiante sem esperar. Contudo, esperava. De uma pedra -o quê? Se me machucava por dentro e quase tombava, meio aniquilado, impossível prosseguir. Derramar de ternura do vazio de minhas mãos, meus olhos quase verdes de tanto amor recusado, emoções informuladas pelo silêncio de noturna precisão -tudo convergindo para a pedra. Uma fatalidade, o inumano atingir o humano assim, de brusco? A nudez de meus pés devassava o frio. O vidro do rio, a lâmina do vento, a morte do sol. E a pedra. Inatingível."

"Nos parece cada vez más penoso andar, seguir la rutina; sospechamos que una sola noche de desatención sería funesta para las mancuspias la ruina irreparable de nuestra vida"

"Parece, portanto, que homens e mulheres falham igualmente. Parece que não conhecemos em absoluto uma opinião profunda, imparcial e absolutamente justa sobre nossos próximos. Ou somos homens, ou somos mulheres. Ou somos frios, ou somos sentimentais. Ou somos jovens, ou estamos envelhecendo. Em qualquer caso, a vida não é senão uma procissão de sombras, e sabe Deus por que as abraçamos tão avidamente e as vemos partir com tal angústia, já que não passam de sombras. E por que, se isso e muito mais é verdade, por que ainda assim nos surpreendemos no canto da janela com a inesperada visão de que o rapaz na cadeira é, entre todas as coisas do mundo, a mais sólida, a mais real, a que melhor conhecemos – sim, por quê? – Pois, no momento seguinte, já nada sabemos sobre ele".

"If you're going to try, go all the way. Otherwise, don't even start. This could mean losing girlfriends, wives, relatives and maybe even your mind. It could mean not eating for three or four days. It could mean freezing on a park bench. It could mean jail. It could mean derision. It could mean mockery--isolation. Isolation is the gift. All the others are a test of your endurance, of how much you really want to do it. And, you'll do it, despite rejection and the worst odds. And it will be better than anything else you can imagine. If you're going to try, go all the way. There is no other feeling like that. You will be alone with the gods, and the nights will flame with fire. You will ride life straight to perfect laughter. It's the only good fight there is."

"Nascerá então nos mais fracos, isto é, nos mais numerosos, um estado de espírito derrotista, instalando-se uma verdadeira indústria do pânico, do suicídio, uma indústria com seus criadores, seus consumidores, seus aproveitadores, suas vítimas, seus ideólogos.

Aí, como sempre, as soluções serão individuais. Os mais lúcidos, ao se anteciparem ao século XXI, adotarão, ainda que artificialmente, uma atitude positiva.

Ainda que não sejam os únicos responsáveis, políticos e publicitários contribuem para a crise com sua obsessão em corromper o vocabulário cotidiano.

A palavra ternura utilizada nos slogans tornou-se odiosa e inutilizável numa conversa sincera. A mesma coisa com a palavra sensibilidade.

Por causa dessas pessoas malfazejas e daninhas, preparemo-nos para viver sem ternura e sem sensibilidade, resistindo e rejeitando com um gesto firme sua mão estendida."

"We live together, we act on, and react to, one another; but always and in all circumstances we are by ourselves. The martyrs go hand in hand into the arena; they are crucified alone. Embraced, the lovers desperately try to fuse their insulated ecstasies into a single self-transcendence; in vain. By its very nature every embodied spirit is doomed to suffer and enjoy in solitude. Sensations, feelings, insights, fancies — all these are private and, except through symbols and at second hand, incommunicable. We can pool information about experiences, but never the experiences themselves. From family to nation, every human group is a society of island universes."

"I believe that almost all our sadnesses are moments of tension that we find paralyzing because we no longer hear our surprised feelings living. Because we are alone with the alien thing that has entered into our self; because everything intimate and accustomed is for an instant taken away; because we stand in the middle of a transition where we cannot remain standing. For this reason the sadness too passes: the new thing in us, the added thing, has entered into our heart, has gone into its inmost chamber and is not even there any more, is already in our blood. And we do not learn what it was. We could easily be made to believe that nothing has happened, and yet we have changed, as a house changes into which a guest has entered. We cannot say who has come, perhaps we shall never know, but many signs indicate that the future enters into us in this way in order to transform itself in us long before it happens. And this is why it is so important to be lonely and attentive when one is sad: because the apparently uneventful and stark moment at which our future sets foot in us is so much closer to life than that other noisy and fortuitous point of time at which it happens to us as if from outside. The more still, more patient and more open we are when we are sad, so much the deeper and so much the more unswervingly does the new go into us, so much the better do we make it ours, so much the more will it be our destiny, and when on some later day it "happens" (that is, steps forth out of us to others), we shall feel in our inmost selves akin and near to it. And that is necessary. It is necessary and toward this our development will move gradually that nothing strange should befall us, but only that which has long belonged to us. We have already had to think so many of our concepts of motion, we will also gradually learn to realize that that which we call destiny goes forth from within people, not from without into them. Only because so many have not absorbed their destinies and transmuted them within themselves while they were living in them, have they not recognized what has gone forth out of them; it was so strange to them that, in their bewildered fright, they thought it must only just then have entered into them, for they swear never before to have found anything like it in themselves. As people were long mistaken about the motion of the sun, so they are even yet mistaken about the motion of that which is to come. The future stands firm . . . but we move in infinite space.

How should it not be difficult for us?"

"The cinema is not an art which films life: the cinema is something between art and life. Unlike painting and literature, the cinema both gives to life and takes from it, and I try to render this concept in my films. Literature and painting both exist as art from the very start; the cinema doesn’t."