Surviving means being born over and over.

Venice is ever the fragile labyrinth at the edge of the sea and it reminds us how brief and perilous the journeys of our lives are; perhaps that is why we love it so. City of plagues and brief liaisons, city of lingering deaths and incendiary loves, city of chimeras, nightmares, pigeons, bells. You are the only city in the world whose dialect has a word for the shimmer of canal water reflected on the ceiling of a room.

I'm very dependant. I fall apart regularly.

You must find the right voice (or voices) for the timbre that can convince a reader to give himself up to you.

I started with poetry because it was direct, immediate, and short. It was the ecstasy of striking matches in the dark.

From Roman times to the present, Italy has been a country to fall in love with - a tribute to all that is enduring, crazy, pagan, joyous, melancholy, at once banal and divine, in the human spirit.

Perhaps every generation thinks of itself as a lost generation and perhaps every generation is right.