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 never wanted to be rich or successful or famous. I just wanted to be happy and have fun.

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

A story begins and it always passes from the subjunctive to the declarative. And Italians don't seem to care about making a fine distinction between that which is speculation and that which is fact.

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

And I don't want to live anywhere where I am famous. It makes me very, very uncomfortable, because it conveys an advantage over people, and I don't like that.

This is a fallen world. People lie, the truth gets distorted, and that's the way it is. What's for dinner ?