Hungry man, reach for the book: it is a weapon.
How does meaning get into the image? Where does it end? And if it ends, what is there beyond?
Language is a skin: I rub my language against the other. It is as if I had words instead of fingers, or fingers at the tip of my words. My language trembles with desire.
The birth of the reader must be at the cost of the death of the Author.
Painting can feign reality without having seen it.
Don't say mourning. It's too psychoanalytic. I'm not mourning. I'm suffering.
. . . language is never innocent.
Honesty's praised, then left to freeze.
I've studied a lot of great people over the years - Pete Seeger, James Brown - and tried to incorporate elements that I've admired, though I can't say I dance like James.
We've run out of good projects. This is not a money issue. . . If these oil companies had fantastic projects, they'd be out there [developing new fields].
I don't think there is any difference between fantasy and reality in the way these should be approached in a film. Of course if you live that way you are clinically insane.