Alfred Lubitsch: What're you thinking?
Angela: Nothing... I think I'm alive.
Ferdinard: [quoting what he has written] "That is the basic problem... you're waiting for me... I'm not there... I arrive... I enter the room... that's when I really start to exist for you... But I existed before that... I had thoughts... I may have been suffering... So the problem is to show you alive, thinking of me,and at the same time, to see me alive by virtue of that very fact." Underlined.
“By developing with enlargers things emerge that we probably don't see with the naked eye. The photographer in Blowup (1966), who is not a philosopher, wants to see things closer up. But it so happens that by enlarging too far, the object itself decomposes and disappears. Hence there's a moment in which we grasp reality, but then the moment passes. This was in part the meaning of Blowup.”