Rome is everybody's memory.

The fresh start is always an illusion but a necessary one.

If you don't love life you can't enjoy an oyster; there is a shock of freshness to it and intimations of the ages of man, some piercing intuition of the sea and all its weeds and breezes. [They] shiver you for a split second.

Rome is ... an impossible compounding of time, in which no century has respect for any other and all hit you in a jumble at every turn.

Doubt remains a luxury I won't do without.

To be first-rate at anything you have to stake your all. Nobody's an artist 'on the side'.

Even a tourist can tell in a Roman street that he is in something and not outside of something as he would be in most cities. In Rome to go out is to go home.