Thank God, I Am Still An Atheist.

Luis Bunuel's Two Semishort Surrealist Hand Grenades (cowritten In Varying Degrees With Salvador Dali) Make A Double Bill That Can Restore Your Faith In The Subversions Of Youth. Pure Spanish-parisian Piss And Vinegar.

I Can't Help Feeling That There Is No Beauty Without Hope, Struggle, And Conquest.

The Bar... Is An Exercise In Solitude. Above All Else, It Must Be Quiet, Dark, Very Comfortable-and, Contrary To Modern Mores, No Music Of Any Kind, No Matter How Faint. In Sum, There Should Be No More Than A Dozen Tables, And A Client That Doesn't Like To Talk.

God And Country Are An Unbeatable Team; They Break All Records For Oppression And Bloodshed.

The Cinema Seems To Have Been Invented To Express The Life Of The Subconscious, The Roots Of Which Penetrate Poetry So Deeply