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The Beauty Of Life Are Women, No One Loves Them As Much As Me. I Adore Them All, The Ugly, The Beautiful, The Cold, The Sexy And Especially Those That Are From Cinema Material, Shadow And Light.

Realism Is A Bad Word. In A Sense Everything Is Realistic. I See No Line Between The Imaginary And The Real.

We Must Get Beyond Passions, Like A Great Work Of Art. In Such Miraculous Harmony. We Should Learn To Love Each Other So Much To Live Outside Of Time... Detached.

A Different Language Is A Different Vision Of Life.

The Young Watch Television Twenty-four Hours A Day, They Don't Read And They Rarely Listen. This Incessant Bombardment Of Images Has Developed A Hypertrophied Eye Condition That's Turning Them Into A Race Of Mutants. They Should Pass A Law For A Total Reeducation Of The Young, Making Children Visit The Galleria Borghese On A Daily Basis.