Why do I continue making movies? Making movies is better than cleaning toilets.

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

People who do not see the terrible things therefore do not see the beautiful things, either.

I've solved the mystery: You have to submit silently. Open up, let go. Let anything penetrate you, even the most painful things. Endure. Bear up. That's the magic key! The text comes by itself, and its meaning shakes the soul. You mustn't let scar tissue form on your wounds; you have to keep ripping them open in order to turn your insides into a marvelous instrument that is capable of anything. All this has its price.

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

At sixteen I get drafted. When I read the draft notice, I cry. Not because I'm a coward - I'm not afraid of anyone. But I don't want to kill or be killed.

I wish I'd never been an actor. I'd rather have been a streetwalker, selling my body, than selling my tears and my laughter, my grief and my joy.