I had too many big passions in life and it gets in the way of work. You can't concentrate properly on the one thing.

Making love? It's a communion with a woman. The bed is the holy table. There I find passion -- and purification.

For some men, nothing is Written unless they Write it.

They didn't accept me theory - not a theory, but just a thought I had about this character. I noticed that this man only exists when the boy comes into the grocery.

This is one of the factors that also made me very much want to make this film, apart from the fact that I loved it. If the boy hadn't been Jewish and the man hadn't been Muslim, it wouldn't have made any difference to the film. I don't think it's relevant, really.

My philosophy is that when I go out of my room, I'm prepared to love everybody I meet, unless they're bad.

I see only defects because I'm not following the scene as it were. I'm not following the other person. It's like the best thing to clarify this is the theater.