I have sought happiness in many lands, but I have found it nowhere except in a little corner of Italy.
It is the city of mirrors, the city of mirages, at once solid and liquid, at once air and stone.
The trouble with eating Italian food is that five or six days later you're hungry again.
Sicily is more than just an island; it is an independent spirit, rebellious and self-sufficient.
Italy, and the spring and first love all together should suffice to make the gloomiest person happy.
I love places that have an incredible history. I love the Italian way of life. I love the food. I love the people. I love the attitudes of Italians.