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

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.

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.

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.

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.

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