I Wish I'd Never Been An Actor.

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.

The Flamenco Of The Gypsy Has Nothing To Do With The Flamenco For Tourists. Real Flamenco Is Like Sex.

I Wish I'd Never Been An Actor. I'd Rather Have Been A Streetwalker, Selling My Body, Than Selling My Tears And My Laughter, My Grief And My Joy.

But Words - Words Are Not Enough!

Why Have I Had This Life? If I Knew, I Wouldn't Have Done It