I don't need anybody to tell me how to be alive.
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.
I didn't choose solitude.
The ultimate acting is to destroy yourself.
Why have I had this life? If I knew, I wouldn't have done it