Imagine a world alive with incomprehensible objects, and shimmering with an endless variety of movement and innumerable gradations of colour. Imagine a world before the 'beginning was the word.

We have the notion that we exist but we have no way to prove it. 'I am' is the closest foundation we can get.

Novelists and poets have existed side by side forever.

Peter Kubelka is the perfectionist of the film medium and, as I honor that quality above all others at this time finding such a lack of it now elsewhere, I would simply like to say: Peter Kubelka is the world's greatest filmmaker - which is to say, simply: see his films!...by all means/above all else...etcetera.

What a moth might see from birth to death if black were white and white were black.

How many colors are there in a field of grass to the crawling baby unaware of 'Green'?

I've always believed film is most close to music of all the other arts.

If only, then, I had been more living out of the present--such a beautiful word...present. The sense of it being, now to me, more beautiful than 'to look forward.

Poetry is a totally different art than film.

There are a lot of movies made for nobody.

The Hollywood movies are more like novels, and the kinds of films I make are more like poems.

The capacity to be intrinsic and vulgar is American.

A film fable so structured that all alchemical searchings are clearly filmwise (gold being discovered cinematically in each sequence ot mixed black-and-white and color) so that when the drama-discovery is actually made, it acts as a deliberate anti-climax of aesthetic perfection.

Artists are mostly shits of the worst order. You wouldn't want one living next door to you. Think about it: Vincent Van Gogh living next door, coming over to borrow your ear and a cup of sugar every morning-Good God!

I love being objected to. It worries me, but I love being objected to.

Art is a sense of magic.

It is just seeing-it is a very simple word-and to be a visionary is to be a seer. The problem is that most people can't see.