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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.

If I Hadn't Refused Ken Russell, Fellini And Spielberg And Made Their Movies When They Asked Me, My Life Would Be No Different. It Is Not My Fault That I Accepted One Movie And Turned Down Another. I Don't See Any Point In Defending Myself, Either.

I've Solved The Mystery: You Have To Submit Silently. Open Up, Let Go. Let Anything Penetrate You, Even The Most Painful Things. Endure. Bear Up. That's The Magic Key! The Text Comes By Itself, And Its Meaning Shakes The Soul. You Mustn't Let Scar Tissue Form On Your Wounds; You Have To Keep Ripping Them Open In Order To Turn Your Insides Into A Marvelous Instrument That Is Capable Of Anything. All This Has Its Price.

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.

When You Are There, You Are. With Words, You Aren't.