We make each other alive; it doesn't make a difference if it hurts. - Ingmar Bergman

The Seventh Seal is one of the few films really close to my heart. Actually, I don't know why. It's certainly far from perfect. I had to contend with all sorts of madness, and one can detect here and there the speed with which it was made. But I find it even, strong, and vital.

¿Crees que no lo entiendo? El sueño imposible de ser. No de parecer, sino de ser. Consciente en cada momento. Vigilante. Al mismo tiempo, el abismo entre lo que eres para los otros y para ti misma, el sentimiento de vértigo y el deseo constante de, al menos, estar expuesta, de ser analizada, diseccionada, quizás incluso aniquilada. Cada palabra una mentira, cada gesto una falsedad, cada sonrisa una mueca. ¿Suicidarse? ¡Oh, no! ¡Eso es horrible! Tú no harías eso. Pero puedes quedarte inmóvil y en silencio. Por lo menos así no mientes. Puedes encerrarte en ti misma, aislarte. Así no tendrás que desempeñar roles, ni poner caras ni falsos gestos. Piensas. Pero, ¿ves? La realidad es atravesada, tu escondite no es hermético. La vida se cuela por todas partes. Estás obligada a reaccionar. Nadie pregunta si es real o irreal, si tú eres verdadera o falsa. La pregunta sólo importa en el teatro. Y casi ni siquiera allí. Te entiendo, Elisabeth. Entiendo que estés en silencio, que estés inmóvil, que hayas situado esta falta de voluntad en un sistema fantástico. Te entiendo y te admiro. Creo que deberías mantener este papel hasta que se agote, hasta que deje de ser interesante. Entonces podrás dejarlo. Igual que poco a poco fuiste dejando los demás papeles.

In our family we had a well-to-do aunt who always gave us magnificent Christmas presents. She was so much part of the family that we even included her in our prayers at bedtime... I suppose I must have been nine or ten years old at the time. Suddenly Aunt Anna's Christmas presents were lying there too, and among them a parcel with 'Forsner's on it. So of course I instantly knew it contained a projector. For a couple of years I'd been consumed with a passionate longing to own one, but had been considered too small for such a present... I was incredibly excited. Because my father was a clergyman we never got our presents on Christmas Eve, like other Swedish children do. We got them on Christmas Day... Well, you can imagine my disappointment when it turned out to be my older brother — he's four years older than myself — who got the projector — and I was given a teddy bear. It was one of my life's bitterest disappointments. After all, my brother wasn't a scrap interested in cinematography. But both of us had masses of lead soldiers. So on Boxing Day I bought the projector off him for half my army and he beat me hollow in every war ever afterwars. But I'd got the projector, anyway.