I calculate that I took 20,000 punches, but I earned millions and kept a lot of it. I may talk slow, but my mind is OK.

I try to learn from the past, but I plan for the future by focusing exclusively on the present. That's where the fun is.

The one thing that matters is the effort.

Elegance is refusal.

Homesickness is universal. But Neapolitan homesickness goes back further than the accidents of domicile. It is nostalgia for love and loss themselves, a soul-sickness caused by the very idea of leaving.