It Is The Nobel Prize I Want.

It Is The Nobel Prize I Want. It's Worth $400,000.

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 Street Kid In Me Says, "grab The Money And Run - Who Cares Who It's From! Don't Think About Whatever You Have To Do For It Or When You Have To Do It!

Once, I Took A Taxi. I Hate Those Limousines. They Stink And Their Drivers Have Been Driving Dead People To The Cemeteries.

I Make Movies For Money, Exclusively For Money.