About 25 years ago, I was in an apartment, and next door, they put on the radio, so I struck the wall with my fist, but they did not put the radio down. I took a tool and banged until I made a hole through the wall. It was like a comedy movie.
At first, I felt this thing coming up in myself, just really physically growing in myself and happening, but it was a jungle, so I couldn't distinguish things.
But words - words are not enough!
Don't keep mixing in these other things. It only confuses.
Even looking at the ocean is not liberty. It is like a wounded bird looking at the sky and saying, Why are my wings broken?
Fun? There is no fun.
He looked at me like I am crazy.
I am dying of hunger.
I am not the Jesus of the official church tolerated by those in power. I am not your superstar.
I am your fairy tale. Your dream. Your wishes and desires, and I am your thirst and your hunger and your food and your drink.
I could be with a woman in a bed, for weeks even, and it would seem to me like three seconds. Or 300 years.
I didn't choose solitude.
I didn't think anything. I just was Aguirre. You remember yourself in the 16th Century.
I don't need anybody to tell me how to be alive.
I don't want to talk too much about myself.
I felt like I was breaking out, breaking up, receiving everything, every moment, even things I did not see. There is no turning back from this.
I had to be this person. As I was led to doing it, there was then no way back. And the more I tried to do it, the more I hated it.
I have to shoot without any breaks. I yell at Herzog and hit him. I have to fight for every sequence. I wish Herzog would catch the plague, more than ever.
I just come from Tokyo, Hong Kong, long flight, I am exhausted.
I knew there were, in myself, the souls of millions of people who lived centuries ago; not just people but animals, plants, the elements, things, even, matter. All of these exist in me.
I make movies for money, exclusively for money.
I sell myself for the highest price. Exactly like a prostitute. There is no difference.
I took a taxi, and this guy had a radio on. How can somebody all day long hear this? He must be already deaf. I don't know what.
I wanted to stay with somebody, but I couldn't, it wasn't possible, because of this thing moving in myself.
I was walking through the streets of Paris. I started crying, because I could look at a man, a woman, a dog, anything, and receive it-there was no difference between physical and psychological.
In a way, everything concerning a movie leaves me cold.
In all of my scenes, I am the one who does it.
It is like those vines called lianas, those tropical creepers that grow around you and strangle you. You cut off one branch, but there is another that grows.
It is the Nobel Prize I want. It's worth $400,000.
It is true what Rimbaud said; If you think a book is strong enough, try it at the ocean, in the wind, at the waves. If the book can resist the ocean, then it exists. Otherwise, throw it away.
Love is the salvation. I didn't choose to be alone. But I cannot explain this.
Most of the time, when I travel, I leave my car at the airport, even some weeks it costs me some hundreds of dollars; I don't care.
Once, I took a taxi. I hate those limousines. They stink and their drivers have been driving dead people to the cemeteries.
One should judge a man mainly from his depravities. Virtues can be faked. Depravities are real.
People who do not see the terrible things therefore do not see the beautiful things, either.
Put a bird cage near the window so that the bird can see the sky? It's much better to look than not to, even if it hurts.
Since I was born I have been like this, till today. Nothing changed.
Sometimes my heart hurts so much, I beat it with my fists. I try to run. But you cannot run from this. It waits for you. Even when you think you have escaped it, it is there.
The dimensions of my feelings are too violent.
The news. I don't need this. I have never listened to it, never in my life.
The truth is, I can never die. For I will be in everything and see you in everything and watch over you. I am your reaction in the water of a mountain lake.
The ultimate acting is to destroy yourself.
There can be no word to express this secret. Because this secret is very simple, but it includes almost everything.
They think you can dump all this and be an actor. Then they say, Good job. Do you say, Good job to an earthquake?
This is not a choice. There is not a why. Look at this bird. Why does he fly to the left? Why?
This is what is important to know. This is the essence. This is what journalists were trying to get out of me for 20 years. This is what you must write.
Through the years it became clearer and clearer, this thing. When I had to concentrate on a person I had to become, this thing became stronger and took more of me.
What do you think, that a dollar in a savings account is freedom? Maybe you have understood nothing I have said.
What does that mean, this word entertainer? Entertain what? Who?
When you are there, you are. With words, you aren't.
Whenever I was with a woman, I always sort of want another one. So there was always another one. I can't explain this.
Where a beast would have claws, I was born with talent.
Whoever heard of a pistol or rifle with nine bullets?
Why are you cluttering up your article? This has nothing to do with what we have been talking about.
Why did all that happen to me? Why was I not a bird on the ocean? Instead of this?
Why do I continue making movies? Making movies is better than cleaning toilets.
Why have I had this life? If I knew, I wouldn't have done it.
You are trying to make me sound like an American average citizen.
You can call it my consciousness of using my talent like a whore uses her body: to pay the price.
You cannot write in a story everything about me.
You don't need a framework. You need a painting, not a frame.
You have to protect yourself, your body, your being. You cannot treat it badly; you have to keep it, make as sensitive as possible.
You leap over the wall of one ghetto and find yourself in another ghetto.
You, you don't talk. What is it you want to say?
Klaus' first movie was in the 1948 Morituri.
Klaus fourth wife was Deborah Caprioglio (1987 - 1989) (separated).
Klaus' second wife was Ruth Brigitte Toecki (1960 - 1968) (divorced) one daughter - Nastassja.
Klaus has only directed one film in his long acting career - Paganini.
Klaus has three grandchildren: Aljosha, Sonja and Kenia.
Klaus' autobiography was reissued in 1997 with th new title "Uncut" w/ new material.
He has 3 children - 2 daughters and 1 son. Pola, Nastassja and Nikolai Kinski - all three are in the acting business. Nastassja Kinski is probably the most famous.
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