A forest is mystery but the desert is truth. Life pared to the bone.
At long last he was unencumbered, emancipated from the stifling world of his parents and peers, a world of abstraction and security and material excess, a world in which he felt grievously cut off from the raw throb of existence.
I wasn't sent here to find angels! I wasn't sent here to dream of them. I wasn't sent here to hear them sing! I was sent here to be alive. To breathe and sweat and thirst and sometimes cry.
I'm best when I'm feral, when I don't wash or shave or change my trousers for a couple of weeks.
All of consciousness is shifted from the imagined, the revisive, to the effort to perceive simply the cruel radiance of what is
For a pure sense of being tumultuously alive, you can't beat the nasty side of existence.
salvation is for the feeble, that's what I think. I don't want salvation, I want life, all of life, the miserable as well as the superb.
I've found you don't have to make anything up. Reality is so complex and fascinating and horrible and beautiful.
Be it life or death, we crave only reality.
We're animals. A body is a body.
I'm not interested in showing the wish of what it looks like to be human. I'm interested in showing what it actually looks like.
Films can only be made by by-passing the will of those who appear in them, using not what they do, but what they are.
