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.

To learn bad dialogue is so difficult and so boring, and to work with a stupid director who tells you to do the wrong thing, etcetera, it's just unbearable.

Women know when they've got the menopause but men don't quite know. They know it afterwards.

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.

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.

I can't say I gave up totally my passion for women but almost.

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