I Do Not Take Any Pleasure Whatsoever

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.

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

A Story Begins And It Always Passes From The Subjunctive To The Declarative. And Italians Don't Seem To Care About Making A Fine Distinction Between That Which Is Speculation And That Which Is Fact.

Sit Around The Bars, Talked To People, Ate In The Restaurants, And Chatted With The Old Ladies On The Street. Fishermen Are Pretty Much That Way.

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