In a way, everything concerning a movie leaves me cold.

About 25 years ago, I was in an apartment, and next door, they put on the radio, so I struck the wall with my fist, but they did not put the radio down. I took a tool and banged until I made a hole through the wall. It was like a comedy movie.

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.

One should judge a man mainly from his depravities. Virtues can be faked. Depravities are real.

On working with director Werner Herzog: I have to shoot without any breaks. I yell at Herzog and hit him. I have to fight for every sequence. I wish Herzog would catch the plague.

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

Once, I took a taxi. I hate those limousines. They stink and their drivers have been driving dead people to the cemeteries.