I Can't Imagine Love Without A Sexual

Reality Itself Is Steadily Becoming More Colored. Think Of What Factories Were Like, Especially In Italy At The Beginning Of The 19th Century, When Industrialization Was Just Beginning: Gray, Brown And Smoky. Color Didn't Exist. Today, Instead, Most Everything Is Colored. The Pipe Running From The Basement To The 12th Floor Is Green Because It Carries Steam. The One Carrying Electricity Is Red, And That With Water Is Purple. Also, Plastic Colors Have Filled Our Homes, Even Revolutionized Our Taste. Pop Art Grew Out Of That And Was Possible Because Of This Change In Taste.

You Cannot Penetrate Events With Reportage.

It's Obvious That I Must Explain What I Want From An Actor, But I Don't Want To Discuss Everything I Ask Him To Do, Because Often My Requests Are Completely Instinctive And There Are Things I Can't Explain. It's Like Painting: You Don't Know Why You Use Pink Instead Of Blue. You Simply Feel That's How It Should Be - Pink. Then The Phone Rings And You Answer It. When You Come Back, You Don't Want Pink Anymore And You Use Blue - Without Knowing Why. You Can't Help It; That's Just The Way It Is.

The Women I Like, No Matter What Nationality, All Seem To Have More Or Less The Same Qualities. Perhaps This Is Because One Goes Looking For Them - That Is, You Like That Type Of Woman And Then Look For Her.

I Didn't Like University Life Much At Bologna. The Subjects I Studied - Economics And Business Administration - Didn't Interest Me. I Wanted To Make Films. I Was Glad When I Was Graduated. Yet It's Odd; On Graduation Day, I Was Overcome With A Terrible Sadness. I Realized That My Youth Was Over And Now The Struggle Had Begun.