Stalker (1979) – The Writer on impossibility of knowing
– You didn’t forget the jerry can?
– No. It’s full. Everything I told you before… is a lie. I don’t give a damn about inspiration. How would I know
the right word for what I want? How would I know that actually
I don’t want what I want? Or that I actually don’t want
what I don’t want? They are elusive things: The moment we name them,
their meaning disappears, melts, dissolves
like a jellyfish in the sun. My conscience wants vegetarianism
to win over the world. And my subconscious is yearning
for a piece of juicy meat. But what do I want? World domination. Quiet!