I Didn't Choose Solitude.

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.

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

I Sell Myself For The Highest Price. Exactly Like A Prostitute. There Is No Difference.

People Who Do Not See The Terrible Things Therefore Do Not See The Beautiful Things, Either.

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