My father is my father, and I am me. I have the advantage of this honest comparison, quiet, and the opportunity to share in his profession.

'Swept Away' is one of my favorite films of my father. I've seen it about 20 times. It's a cult movie in Italy.

I would like to get a house in Tuscany: aside from New York, cities do not appeal to me anymore.

It is when I am working that the real me comes out - that is when I am the most real and honest.

I hate the beep beep of the car, when I put in motion and I have not fasten my seat belt. From how annoying this sound is to me every morning, I understand immediately how the day will be.

I am a gypsy, in a way. It's a condition of my profession.