My Father Read 'the New

And Off In The Far Distance, The Gold On The Wings Of The Angel Atop The Bell Tower Of San Marco Flashed In The Sun, Bathing The Entire City In Its Glistening Benediction.

I Was At La Fenice Opera House Back In 1991 With Friends, And We Started Talking About A Conductor Whom None Of Us Liked. Somehow There Was An Escalation, And We Started Talking About How To Kill Him, Where To Kill Him. This Struck Me As A Good Idea For A Book.

I Don't Go To The Movies Because I Don't Like Films.

Favors Are Always For Ourselves. Especially When We Ask For Things For Other People.

Italians Know About Human Nature - They Understand Human Nature Perhaps Better Than Anyone Else Does. They Know That People Are Weak And Greedy And Lazy And Dishonest And They Just Try To Make The Best Of It; To Work Around It.