There’s no dividing line—no insurmountable wall. I know it can’t be described. It’s a world of liberated feelings. Do you know what I mean? To me, man is a tremendous creation—an inconceivable thought. In man is everything, from the highest to lowest. Man is God’s image, and in God there is everything. So human beings are created, but also the demons and the saints, the prophets and artists and iconoclasts. Everything exists side by side. It’s like huge patterns changing all the time. In the same way, there must also be countless realities, not only the reality we perceive with our dull senses, but a tumult of realities arching above each other inside and outside. It’s just fear and priggishness to believe in limits. There are no limits, neither to thoughts nor feelings. It’s anxiety that sets limits. -- from Autumn Sonata I mean that the kind of film we are embarking on offers dangerous possibilities of artistic idea-diarrhea. To decide at every moment what is right and true and proper can be rather tricky. And the effort must not be noticeable either. Everything must give an impression of being natural--and yet be possible for us to create with our limited material resources.