“Luck assists fortune, you need to catch the moment. Otherwise the opportunity fades.”

If you don’t have the roots somewhere, it’s very difficult for people to work with you. Because you are a different person from them. They don’t know you, really. They don’t know how you feel.

Be honest about what you can get. To make a sacrifice and to get what you want you need to be very certain. In other words: always think about your objective, have a clear goal and commit to it from the heart.

I have never judged myself by other people’s standards. I have always expected a great deal of myself, and if I fail, I fail myself.

Believe me, it is actions that count.

Sex is like washing your face – just something you do because you have to. Sex without love is absolutely ridiculous. Sex follows love, it never precedes it.

Without my mother’s ambition, her drive, I doubt that on my own I would have pushed myself out of Pozzuoli and into the frightening world that was faraway Rome.

Though poor and anxious to work, I refused to alter anything. They would take me as I looked or not at all. Eventually I profited by looking like myself and not like what was fashionable years ago with certain film technicians in Rome.

Where youthful beauty is unconscious, mature beauty is knowing and sophisticated.

My philosophy is that it’s better to explore life and make mistakes than to play it safe and not to explore at all.

When I’m walking along in the street, I always feel that around the corner, there is something wonderful waiting for me. That’s my attitude.

The mirror of your health is your skin. If you drink, it shows in your face; if you eat the wrong foods, you have pimples. If you take care of your food and you lead a healthy life, your skin will look wonderful.

I’d much rather eat pasta and drink wine than be a size 0.

Beauty is no handicap if you don’t think about it.

The most indespensible ingredient of all good home cooking: love for those you are cooking for.

Beauty is how you feel inside, and it reflects in your eyes. It is not something physical.

Jealousy is a miserable feeling. It means you aspire to something that you cannot have. Even in love, it is better to leave, better not to waste time.

I don’t love you anymore. But each time you begin to fade it makes my heart feel numb.

She fades away falls behind the curtain of the night and retreats beyond the darkness as though she is gone for good. Yet, she always returns. And so does, love.

Faded secrets and old voices have built towns inside my heart. Thats were we still meet.

It’s funny how love fades, and they become more than a poem about yesterday.

It wasn’t enough fading under surfaces, below waves, swollen pufferfish retracting this inflated love that not even you could believe in.

Pain is as dark as it is deep. But just like anything that receives enough light, it too will fade over time and become something, a little less ominous, and a little more hopeful.

Pushing out a breath, I lean against the wall and slide to the floor. I sit beside her for as long as it takes. Listening until her sobs fade and the shower turns on.

I miss you a little less each day. You’re just a faded memory now – delicate; tucked away.