I Think I Have Made

I'd Prostitute My Talents If It Would Further My Cause, Steal If There Was No Way Out, Killing My Friends Or Anyone Else If It Would Help My Art.

I Want To Stop. I Want To Stay On Fårö, And Read The Books I Haven’t Read, Find Out Things I Haven’t Yet Found Out. I Want To Write Things I Haven’t Written. To Listen To Music, And Talk To My Neighbors. To Live Together With My Wife A Very Calm, Very Secure, Very Lazy Existence, For The Rest Of My Life.

To Feel. To Trust The Feeling. I Long For That

When We Experience A Film, We Consciously Prime Ourselves For Illusion. Putting Aside Will And Intellect, We Make Way For It In Our Imagination. The Sequence Of Pictures Plays Directly On Our Feelings. Music Works In The Same Fashion; I Would Say That There Is No Art Form That Has So Much In Common With Film As Music. Both Affect Our Emotions Directly, Not Via The Intellect. And Film Is Mainly Rhythm; It Is Inhalation And Exhalation In Continuous Sequence.

I Write Scripts To Serve As Skeletons Awaiting The Flesh And Sinew Of Images.