Sometimes my heart hurts so much, I beat it with my fists. I try to run. But you cannot run from this. It waits for you. Even when you think you have escaped it, it is there.

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

I sell myself for the highest price. Exactly like a prostitute. There is no difference.

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

Once, I took a taxi. I hate those limousines. They stink and their drivers have been driving dead people to the cemeteries.

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.

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.