Werner Herzog

Yes, I admit it, but it's not my thing. And I keep telling men. So you see, rather dead than going to a psychiatrist, but at the same time, rather dead than ever wearing a toupee. Yeah. You see, my hair is thinning and I just accept it as it is. So nothing, rather dead.

Yes, I admit it, but it's not my thing. And I keep telling men. So you see, rather dead than going to a psychiatrist, but at the same time, rather dead than ever wearing a toupee. Yeah. You see, my hair is thinning and I just accept it as it is. So nothing, rather dead.

And women would immediately agree with me. You cannot live with a man who starts to wear a toupee and thinks he is handsome now and rejuvenated.

And women would immediately agree with me. You cannot live with a man who starts to wear a toupee and thinks he is handsome now and rejuvenated.

And women would immediately agree with me. You cannot live with a man who starts to wear a toupee and thinks he is handsome now and rejuvenated.

No, no, I know who I am and I know where I come from and I know where I'm heading toward. No fear and no regrets. Sure, I made massive mistakes and I'm in a way a result of my own defeats. So be it. They formed me. They made me thinking differently. beyond what I normally thought before.

No, no, I know who I am and I know where I come from and I know where I'm heading toward. No fear and no regrets. Sure, I made massive mistakes and I'm in a way a result of my own defeats. So be it. They formed me. They made me thinking differently. beyond what I normally thought before.

No, no, I know who I am and I know where I come from and I know where I'm heading toward. No fear and no regrets. Sure, I made massive mistakes and I'm in a way a result of my own defeats. So be it. They formed me. They made me thinking differently. beyond what I normally thought before.

Well, they are somehow touching a chord that's in us, something mad or borderline mad, something of power and dementia and madness. And through such figures, all of a sudden we have it spelled out. We can feel it. We can touch it. We can read it and sense it and start to compare it. Where I am standing, how mad am I myself?

Well, they are somehow touching a chord that's in us, something mad or borderline mad, something of power and dementia and madness. And through such figures, all of a sudden we have it spelled out. We can feel it. We can touch it. We can read it and sense it and start to compare it. Where I am standing, how mad am I myself?

Well, they are somehow touching a chord that's in us, something mad or borderline mad, something of power and dementia and madness. And through such figures, all of a sudden we have it spelled out. We can feel it. We can touch it. We can read it and sense it and start to compare it. Where I am standing, how mad am I myself?

No, no. I'm the only one in the entire profession who is clinically sane.

No, no. I'm the only one in the entire profession who is clinically sane.

No, no. I'm the only one in the entire profession who is clinically sane.

Oh, come on. I wouldn't have made some 80 films without having my wits together and my sanity and my professionalism. I'm the only one. When you look at the craze of Hollywood and all these red carpet events and the statements at the red carpet, which are all performative, it's all performative borderline insanity in a way, or saccharine... pink sort of vanilla ice cream emotions.

Oh, come on. I wouldn't have made some 80 films without having my wits together and my sanity and my professionalism. I'm the only one. When you look at the craze of Hollywood and all these red carpet events and the statements at the red carpet, which are all performative, it's all performative borderline insanity in a way, or saccharine... pink sort of vanilla ice cream emotions.

Oh, come on. I wouldn't have made some 80 films without having my wits together and my sanity and my professionalism. I'm the only one. When you look at the craze of Hollywood and all these red carpet events and the statements at the red carpet, which are all performative, it's all performative borderline insanity in a way, or saccharine... pink sort of vanilla ice cream emotions.

I'm the only one who is sane. The only one.

I'm the only one who is sane. The only one.

I'm the only one who is sane. The only one.