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

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 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.

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.

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

Why have I had this life? If I knew, I wouldn't have done it

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