Whenever I was with a woman, I always sort of want another one. So there was always another one. I can't explain this, but it means that these women, they were not sharing my solitude.

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

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

I knew there were, in myself, the souls of millions of people who lived centuries ago; not just people but animals, plants, the elements, things, even, matter. All of these exist in me.

I didn't choose solitude.

When you are there, you are. With words, you aren't.

Put a bird cage near the window so that the bird can see the sky? It's much better to look than not to, even if it hurts.