I didn't choose solitude.

I am dying of hunger.

The flamenco of the Gypsy has nothing to do with the flamenco for tourists. Real flamenco is like sex.

It is the Nobel Prize I want. It's worth $400,000.

It is true what Rimbaud said; If you think a book is strong enough, try it at the ocean, in the wind, at the waves. If the book can resist the ocean, then it exists. Otherwise, throw it away.

You have to protect yourself, your body, your being. You cannot treat it badly; you have to keep it, make as sensitive as possible

I could be with a woman in a bed, for weeks even, and it would seem to me like three seconds. Or 300 years.