Once, I Took A Taxi.

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

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.

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 Am Dying Of Hunger.

I Didn't Want To Be Alone, But I Had To Learn That The Dimensions Of My Feelings Are Too Violent. I Had To Learn This.