"Film as dream, film as music. No form of art goes beyond ordinary consciousness as film does, straight to our emotions, deep into the twilight room of the soul. A little twitch in our optic nerve, a shock effect: twenty-four illuminated frames a second, darkness in between, the optic nerve incapable of registering darkness."
- Ingmar Bergman
Recently I was in bed and something went bang and hit me on the forehead. I turned on the light and suddenly I saw this spider the size of a golf ball on my pillow. I just stood there for about 30 seconds before screaming for my housemate, who just wouldn’t wake up! I was crying the whole time! I got a can of Raid and started spraying it at it, but it went under my pillow! I was absolutely terrified, so put on all my motorcycle gear - full leathers, even my helmet, so there was no way the spider could get through! I chased it around the room for about 20 minutes until it curled up and died. I had to sleep on the sofa until the next day, when I got my housemate to move it.
“I would prefer to live forever in perfect health, but if I must at some time leave this life I would like to do so ensconced on a chaise longue, perfumed, wearing a velvet robe and pearl earrings, with a flute of champagne beside me and having just discovered the answer to the last problem in a British cryptic crossword.”