My Girl, thou gazest much
upon the golden skies:
Would I were Heaven! I would behold
thee with all mine eyes.
“I have never thought about the audience… It seems to me that when I write something, I cast myself as a witness to what I’m doing. And I try to feel, to experience the emotions — both my own, in making the thing, and the spectator’s, in viewing what I’ve made.”
Robert Bresson