My dad was very intelligent, had a very strong personality. I was amazed with my father.
I wrote some bad poetry that I published in North African journals, but even as I withdrew into this reading, I also led the life of a kind of young hooligan.
Why is it the philosopher who is expected to be easier and not some scientist who is even more inaccessible?
The lucky thing was that I was Italian; when the other Italians saw me fight back, they came to my defence.
I became the stage for the great argument between Nietzsche and Rousseau. I was the extra ready to take on all the roles.
I respond to mood. I hear some phrase, or pick up a rhythm.
My first three years of high school, I wasn’t that cool.
I do everything I think possible or acceptable to escape from this trap.
There’s a great myth about cartoonists, writers and people that are on TV.
You see, I went to the sixth grade and that was the highest I ever went.