But Words - Words Are Not Enough!

When You Are There, You Are. With Words, You Aren't.

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

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

I Don't Need Anybody To Tell Me How To Be Alive.

Whenever I Was With A Woman, I Always Sort Of Want Another One. So There Was Always Another One. I Can't Explain This, But It Means That These Women, They Were Not Sharing My Solitude.