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.

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

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

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

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

It is true what Rimbaud said; If you think a book is strong enough, try it at the ocean, in the wind, at the waves. If the book can resist the ocean, then it exists. Otherwise, throw it away.

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