I don't need anybody to tell me how to be alive.

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

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.

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

I didn't want to be alone, but I had to learn that the dimensions of my feelings are too violent. I had to learn this.

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 am not the Jesus of the official church tolerated by those in power. I am not your superstar.