"The duende is a momentary burst of inspiration, the blush of all that is truly alive, all that the performer is creating at a certain moment."

"The duende works on the body of the dancer as the wind works on sand. With magical power he changes a girl into a lunar paralytic, or brings an adolescent blush to the broken old man begging in the wineshop, or the odor of a nocturnal port to a woman's hair, and he works continuously on the arms with expressions that give birth to the dances of every age. But he can never repeat himself. This is interesting to emphasize. The duende does not repeat himself, any more than do the forms of the sea during a squall."

Lorca