Everyone likes happiness, no one likes pain. But you can't have a rainbow without a little rain. - Ingmar Bergman

On the whole, however, art is free, shameless, irresponsible, and, as I said: the movement is intense, almost feverish, like, it seems to me, a snakeskin full of ants. The snake itself has long been dead, eaten, deprived of its poison, but the skin moves, filled with meddlesome life.

Bu kusurlu dünyada her şey kusurluysa kendi kusursuz kusurluluğu içinde en kusursuz olanıdır aşk.

I shall remember this moment: the silence, the twilight, the bowl of strawberries, the bowl of milk. Your faces in the evening light.[...] I shall carry this memory carefully in my hands as if it were a bowl brimful of fresh milk. It will be a sign to me, and a great sufficiency.