I love America. I lived here too but my links are exclusively Italian.

I don't want to think that I am going to believe that I am a hell of a genius, or anything like that.

You begin looking at things and they look just fine, as normal as ever, but then you look for a while longer and your feelings get involved and they begin changing things for you and they go on and on till you only see your feelings, and that's why you see this mess.

My themes are derived from current events, from familiar situations, from daily life, because I never actively intervene against the object, I can feel the magic of its presence.

I can only speak for myself but for me imagination and invention cannot generate something more important, more beautiful and more terrifying than the common object, amplified by the attention that we give it. An object alone, in front of me who is alone, exactly in front of me just as I would like to have in front of me someone who really interests me, in a good light to better observe it.

An audience is perhaps unnecessary to the soul-searching mystic, but it is vital to the magician, the maker of prodigies.

I love America. I lived here too but my links are exclusively Italian.