People hold on to what they like. They discard what they don't.
It is hard sometimes to look into the future, you never know what twist and turn the school of life is going to take.
I love spaghetti and meatballs. . . I eat a lot.
It took awhile for me to get used to speaking candidly about my own life. I got into it, and it turned out to be a wonderful experience.
I somehow instinctively knew it would be much better to win.
I want you to know how I feel about my Italian heritage, so I'd like to say a few words in Italian: Verdi, Pavarotti, DiMaggio, Valentino, De Niro, Giuliani. . .
People always ask me, how do you do everything you do?
And the associated danger for the identity of Europe cannot be ignored out of a wrongly understood sense of respect. . . The Catholic side sees this clearly and says as much.
The act of writing itself isn't outrageous. And the institution subtly and insidiously works on you in such a way that though you seem to have freedom you become a servant. Your main issue is to get promoted to the next thing. Or get invited to a picnic. Or get tenure. Or get laid.
I'm not leaving until you tell me why you followed me. I know I'm a fascinating guy, but this is starting to feel like an unhealthy obsession.
I still think photographers should be lashed out at. They should be put in a cage where you can poke them with a stick for a quarter. But not in a hostile way, just for giggles. They really are on the attack against mankind; it's a disease. They should be helped somewhere. But I'd still like to poke them with a stick.