The Brothers Quay (again)

"There was a poster there for Janacek's House of the Dead. And it just went (in our minds): Janacek – House of the Dead – Dostoyevsky. Three constellations. And we immediately went: “Never heard of them!” And we continued from there. It just exploded for us, from footnote to the next, without a precise order. There's a certain randomness which is the most exciting part about these discoveries. You can't learn these at school because you're meant to go logically from A to B. The accident is what we love. To be the hunter, the trapper, who goes out setting the traps for these little madnesses that do exist. They're the openings through which maybe life is really working, coming through. In that little moment of randomness. Sometimes you sit and read a fragment from Schulz, Walser or Kafka… I remember one text by Walser, at the beginning of The Comb. It was an essay on freedom. Every time I read it, I just couldn't understand it, it was elusive. And yet it set up a strange mystery. There are things that move you deeply because you can't trap them down. They're beautiful in their elusiveness."
(from http://www.sensesofcinema.com/contents/01/19/quay.html)