Mi vida ha sido algo completamente vacío, sin sentido. He cazado, he viajado, he convivido con todo el mundo. Pero todo ha sido inútil... Lo digo sin… - Ingmar Bergman

One of the strongest feelings I remember from my childhood is, precisely, of being humiliated; of being knocked about by words, acts, or situations. Isn't it a fact that children are always feeling deeply humiliated in their relations with grown-ups and each other? I have a feeling children spend a good deal of their time humiliating one another. Our whole education is just one long humiliation, and it was even more so when I was a child. One of the wounds I've found hardest to bear in my adult life has been the fear of humiliation, and the sense of being humiliated. . . Every time I read a review, for instance — whether laudatory or not — this feeling awakes. . . To humiliate and be humiliated, I think, is a crucial element in our whole social structure. It's not only the artist I'm sorry for. It's just that I know exactly where he feels most humiliated. Our bureaucracy, for instance. I regard it as in high degree built up on humiliation, one of the nastiest and most dangerous of all poisons.

Life has precisely the value one puts on it.

În ciuda faptului că port o mască,nu sunt nesincer.Intuiţia mea vorbeşte repede şi clar,sunt prezent în deplinătatea fiinţei mele.Masca este un filtru.Nimic din ceea ce este personal şi care nu are nici o importanţă,nu trebuie să treacă prin ea.Tumultul din mine trebuie ţinut în frâu.