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You’ve never seen death? Look in the mirror every day and you will see it like bees working in a glass hive.
After the writer’s death, reading his journal is like receiving a long letter.
The day of my birth, my death began its walk. It is walking toward me, without hurrying.
Here I am trying to live, or rather, I am trying to teach the death within me how to live.
Since the day of my birth, my death began its walk. It is walking toward me, without hurrying.
Art is not a pastime but a priesthood.
Film will only became an art when its materials are as inexpensive as pencil and paper.
An artist cannot speak about his art any more than a plant can discuss horticulture.
Art produces ugly things which frequently become more beautiful with time. Fashion, on the other hand, produces beautiful things which always become ugly with time.