Making love? It's a communion with a woman. The bed is the holy table. There I find passion -- and purification.

He read his mind. He's a strange sort of man, isn't he? It's not just the advice and the wisdom that he has.

They didn't accept me theory - not a theory, but just a thought I had about this character. I noticed that this man only exists when the boy comes into the grocery.

I see only defects because I'm not following the scene as it were. I'm not following the other person. It's like the best thing to clarify this is the theater.

There are lots of wonderful old Italian actors. You don't need to take an Egyptian to play an Italian actor.

This is one of the factors that also made me very much want to make this film, apart from the fact that I loved it. If the boy hadn't been Jewish and the man hadn't been Muslim, it wouldn't have made any difference to the film. I don't think it's relevant, really.