Working With A Great Director

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 Could Be With A Woman In A Bed, For Weeks Even, And It Would Seem To Me Like Three Seconds. Or 300 Years.

You Leap Over The Wall Of One Ghetto And Find Yourself In Another Ghetto.

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

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