وبطبيعة الأمور أصبحت السينما وسيلتي للتعبير. صرت أعبر عن نفسي بلغة لا تمر بطريق الكلام الذي أفتقر له, بالموسيقى التي لست متمكنا منها وبالرسم الذي أشع… - Ingmar Bergman

Dacă mă simţeam atacat,muşcam la rândul meu ca un câine rănit.Nu aveam încredere în nimeni,nu iubeam pe nimeni,nu simţeam lipsa nimănui.Eram subjugat de o sexualitate care mă împingea spre o permanentă infidelitate şi acţiuni forţate,mereu chinuit de dorinţă,teamă,angoasă şi conştiinţă încărcată.

Minus: Papa, I'm scared. When I was hugging Karin in the boat, reality burst open. Do you understand?

David: I do.

Minus: Reality burst open, and I tumbled out. It's like a dream. Anything can happen. Anything.

David: I know.

Minus: I can't live in this new world.

David: Yes, you can. But you must have something to hold on to.

Minus: What would that be? A god? Give me proof of God. You can't.

David: Yes, I can. But you have to listen carefully.

Minus: Yes, I need to listen.

David: I can only give you a hint of my own hope. It is to know that love exists as something real in the human world.

Minus: A special kind of love, I suppose?

David: All kinds, Minus. The highest and the lowest, the most absurd and the most sublime. All kinds of love.

Minus: And the longing for love?

David: Longing and denial. Trust and distrust.

Minus: Then love is the proof?

David: I don't know if love is proof of God's existence, or if love is God himself.

Minus: To you, love and God are the same thing.

David: That thought helps me in my emptiness and despair.

Minus: Tell me more, Papa.

David: Suddenly the emptiness turns into abundance, and despair into life. It's like a reprieve, Minus, from a death sentence.

Minus: Papa... If it is as you say, then Karin is surrounded by God, since we love her.

David: Yes.

Minus: Can that help her?

David: I believe so.

Minus: ... Papa, would you mind if I go for a run?

David: Off you go. I'll make dinner. See you in an hour.

Minus: ... Papa spoke to me.

People think there's a solution... If everything is distributed in the proper quarters, put into the right pigeonholes, everything will be fine. But I'm not so sure. … Nothing, absolutely nothing at all has emerged out of all these ideas of faith and scepticism, all these convulsions, these puffings and blowings. For many of my fellow human beings on the other hand, I'm aware that these problems still exist — and exist as a terrible reality. I hope this generation will be the last to live under the scourge of religious anxiety.