After all, film is so porous, and to my mind, so oddly occult, that I think that film itself absorbs odd energies like a living skin.

Italian cameramen grow up immersed in an awareness of light. It is part of their mythology.

I don't have an objective overview of Black Sunday.

If you were out of a job and your kid needed diapers and your husband just left you, you would be so confused.

I didn't have any agent I've never had an agent.

It is interesting to note that the best periods of Italian Horror films came out of the Sixties, when Italy was enjoying a carnival period of phenomenal optimism, and the shadowy side surfaced with all of its attendant dark, beautiful, baroque, catholic symbolism.

I was obliged to stand there, holding the leash of this creature for their welcoming publicity shots, implying that this was some kind of image the decided to have of me.