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All Of Us Collect Fortunes When We Are Children. A Fortune Of Colors, Of Lights, And Darkness, Of Movement, Of Tensions. Some Of Us Have The Fantastic Chance To Go Back To His Fortune When Grown Up.

I Supply My Own Angels And Demons. I Exist On A Stony Beach, Which Lowers Itself In Waves Toward A Protective Ocean. A Dog Barks; A Child Cries; The Day Sinks And Becomes Night. You Can Never Scare Me. No Human Being Will Be Able To Scare Me Ever Again. I Have A Prayer That I Repeat To Myself In Absolute Stillness: May A Wind Come To Stir Up The Ocean And The Stifling Twilight. May A Bird Come From Water Out There And Explode The Silence With Its Call.

Perhaps We Are The Same Person. Perhaps We Have No Limits; Perhaps We Flow Into Each Other, Stream Through Each Other, Boundlessly And Magnificently. You Bear Terrible Thoughts; It Is Almost Painful To Be Near You. At The Same Time It Is Enticing. Do You Know Why?

I Know That I Shall Have Lost To The Jungle If I Take A Weak Moral Standpoint Or Relax My Mental Punctiliousness. I Have Therefore Come To A Certain Belief Which Is Based On Three Powerful Effective Commandments: Thou Shalt Be Entertaining At All Times. Thou Shalt Obey Thy Artistic Conscience At All Times. Thou Shalt Make Each Film As If It Were Thy Last.

One Has To Manage Alone As Best One Can. (karin Bergman)