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沃纳·赫尔佐格(Werner Herzog)

1942年9月5日出生于德国慕尼黑

德国演员、导演、编剧、制作人。

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Top Quotes

“What would an ocean be without a monster lurking in the dark? It would be like sleep without dreams.”

“Academia is the death of cinema. It is the very opposite of passion. Film is not the art of scholars, but of illiterates.”

“Do you not then hear this horrible scream all around you that people usually call silence.”

“Look into the eyes of a chicken and you will see real stupidity. It is a kind of bottomless stupidity, a fiendish stupidity. They are the most horrifying, cannibalistic and nightmarish creatures in the world.”

“Read, read, read, read, read, read, read, read, read, read, read, read, read...if you don't read, you will never be a filmmaker.”

“Facts do not convey truth. That's a mistake. Facts create norms, but truth creates illumination.”

I’ve always been more interested in teaching myself. If I want to explore something, I never think about attending a class; I do the reading on my own or seek out experts for conversations. Everything we’re forced to learn at school we quickly forget, but the things we set out to learn ourselves — to quench a thirst — are never forgotten, and inevitably become an important part of our existence.

Read, read, read, read, read. Those who read own the world; those who immerse themselves in the Internet or watch too much television lose it. If you don’t read, you will never be a filmmaker. Our civilization is suffering profound wounds because of the wholesale abandonment of reading by contemporary society.


Book: Werner Herzog – A Guide for the Perplexed

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Werner Herzog

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Werner Herzog - A Guide for the Perplexed

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