Werner Herzog

I was, for example, at the Prado in Madrid once.

But I walked through it.

I hastened through it, through the entire museum, not looking left and right, because I wanted to go to one single room with Goya's black nightmare images.

I only saw that.

It's somebody who touches me as one of the true artists that I know.

There's very few.

I could name you only two or three, and that's about it.

Who are they?

Matthias Grünewald, for example, late medieval, the Isenheim Altar.

It's something which is beyond belief, and I spent once a whole day in and around it.

What did you feel during that day?

Just knowing that there's somebody out there who is the truest of true artists, somebody who touches me to my core.

Same thing with Goya, the Black Nightmares, touches me to the core.

How do you rate yourself compared to them?

I do not compare myself, but I know I'm not alone anymore.

It's this profound feeling that I have brothers out there, and I don't care whether they are much greater than I am.

It doesn't matter.

But there's a brotherhood out there, somebody who reassures me of everything and makes every toil, every labor, every disappointment, everything worthwhile.

We do not know what truth is.

Philosophers do not know.