I was raping Frank Herbert, but with love.

Failure doesn't mean anything, it just means changing paths.

Maybe if literature was prohibited the same way as cocaine, people out of pure curiosity would try to get a couple of lines

We all exist in our own personal reality of craziness.

The imagination wants to construct the new worlds, no? Creativity is a solution. If I ask you, "What is your goal in life? How many years do you have to live before to die? How many years do you have? And what you will do with these years you have?" You have pressure there. "How you will realize a good life? How? Tell me!" Then, you start to open your mind.

You are engaging in madness. I feel obliged to accompany you.

For many years, I did pantomime with Marcel Marceau. I was a writer for him and got to know very well how to use the body for illustration. I wanted to do a mother without arms, but using the arms of her son in Santa Sangre. The tragedy should always have something funny. Something weird.