Italians know about human nature - they understand human nature perhaps better than anyone else does. They know that people are weak and greedy and lazy and dishonest and they just try to make the best of it; to work around it.

I have always had a particular antagonism for the military.

And off in the far distance, the gold on the wings of the angel atop the bell tower of San Marco flashed in the sun, bathing the entire city in its glistening benediction.

So much of contemporary crime fiction is painful to read and obsessed with violence, particularly against women, and I can't read that.

I love music. But I've never owned a TV in my adult life, and I've never lived in a place with a television.

My father read 'The New York Times,' my mother did secretarial work, we had a dog, we had a garden, I had a brother.

I was at La Fenice opera house back in 1991 with friends, and we started talking about a conductor whom none of us liked. Somehow there was an escalation, and we started talking about how to kill him, where to kill him. This struck me as a good idea for a book.