Take a piano. The keys begin, the keys end. You know there are eightyeight of them, nobody can tell you any different. They are not infinite. You are infinite. And on these keys the music that you can make is infinite. I like that. That I can live by.
From Brazil to this, from govt. to corporation, from grey to color, from 1984 and Kafka to modern neon chaos...the evolution and repetition of Terry Guilliam.