I'm Trying Not To Let The Anger

My Working-class Italian-american Parents Didn't Go To School, There Were No Books In The House.

I Grew Up In The Lower East Side, An Italian American - More Sicilian, Actually.

Basically, You Make Another Movie, And Another, And Hopefully You Feel Good About Every Picture You Make. And You Say, 'my Name Is On That. I Did That. It's Ok.' But Don't Get Me Wrong, I Still Get Excited By It All. That, I Hope, Will Never Disappear.

I Love The Look Of Planes And The Idea Of How A Plane Flies. The More I Learn About It The Better I Feel; While I Still May Not Like It, I Have A Sense Of What Is Really Happening.

I Know That I Come From Mid-20th Century America, Urban, Specifically Downtown New York, Specifically An Italian-american Area, Roman Catholic - That's Who I Am. And A Part Of What I Know Is There's A Decency To People Who Tried To Make A Living In The Kind Of World That Was Around Us And Also The Skid Row Area Of The Bowery; It Impressed Me.