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

I am your fairy tale. Your dream. Your wishes and desires, and I am your thirst and your hunger and your food and your drink.

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

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.

Where a beast would have claws, I was born with talent

I could be with a woman in a bed, for weeks even, and it would seem to me like three seconds. Or 300 years.

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.