But come back in November or December, in February or March, when the fog, la nebbia, settles upon the city like a marvelous monster, and you will have little trouble believing that things can appear and disappear in this labyrinthine city, or that time here could easily slip in its sprockets and take you, willingly or unwillingly, back.

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

It is not surprising that Venice is known above all for mirrors and glass since Venice is the most narcissistic city in the world, the city that celebrates self-mirroring.

I have accepted fear as a part of life - specifically the fear of change... I have gone ahead despite the pounding in the heart that says: turn back.

At times it is strangely sedative to know the extent of your own powerlessness.

Each day that I don't write I get more fragmented.

Someday every woman will have orgasms- like every family has color TV- and we can all get on with the business of life.