I have cultivated my hysteria with pleasure and terror.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
I exist in a state of almost perpetual hysteria.
Going to the darkest place you can to make yourself really upset and adding that with the physicality and running around, you can work yourself into hysteria that way.
When you live in hysteria, people start thinking emotionally.
I recall feeling an almost delicious terror when one day I found myself alone in the midst of tall June grasses that grew high as my head. But here the secret working of self consciousness is almost too entangled with the things of the past for me to explain it.
When I'm saying hysteria, I'm referring to Freud, because all the women were coming to him with symptoms and seeking help, and he just called it hysteria.
My fears are agitated to an extreme degree and the dread of death involves me in a stupor of chilling indisposition.
I am profoundly fascinated by cruelty, fear, horror and death. My films show my preoccupation with violence, the pathology of violence.
Action cures fear, inaction creates terror.
Terror works like a musical composition, so many instruments, all in tune, playing perfectly together to create their desired effect. Sorrow and horror and fear.
Hysteria is something that I've been interested for a very long time. I thought I might have it, but it seems that it's unlikely.