For Some Time Its Been My Habit

Real Socialism Is Inside Man. It Wasn't Born With Marx. It Was In The Communes Of Italy In The Middle Ages. You Can't Say It Is Finished.

With Comedy I Can Search For The Profound.

It Is From Him, From Beolco Ruzzante, That I've Learned To Free Myself From Conventional Literary Writing And To Express Myself With Words That You Can Chew, With Unusual Sounds, With Various Techniques Of Rhythm And Breathing, Even With The Rambling Nonsense-speech Of The 'grammelot.'

All Forms Of Power - Even Based On The Consensus Of The Democratic System - React When They Are Being Attacked, Or When Those Who Exercise Power Become A Target.

It Is Extremely Dangerous To Talk About Limits Or Borders. It Is Vital, Instead, That We Remain Completely Open, That We Are Always Involved, And That We Aim To Contribute Personally In Social Events.