I Think Everybody Dreamt Somehow To Make

I Get Out Of The Taxi And It's Probably The Only City Which In Reality Looks Better Than On The Postcards, New York.

For Me, Speaking Is Work. It's Not Like When You Breathe.

So I Left With Jean Claude And Went To Paris, So When The Russians Came To Prague, I Was In Paris.

The Worst Evil Is - And That's The Product Of Censorship - Is The Self-censorship, Because That Twists Spines, That Destroys My Character Because I Have To Think Something Else And Say Something Else, I Have To Always Control Myself.

You Know What Happened, You Know, In 1938: France, England, You Know, Just Sold Out Czechoslovakia To Hitler.