Elvis and I continued to be friends, and I saw him once or twice a year. But he was a troubled person.

When I go to a country, I go to flea markets, antique stores. I am always looking for something.

It's going to be over soon, so I don't really have time to get busy.

I live in Italy. I visit my family in Switzerland.

I couldn't live up to it. So I chose to run away.

Everything is a piece of me, a moment of my life.

I fell from the sky. I'm a parachutist, and I missed my mark.