The Italians have long known what makes a livable town or city.
I love Italian fashion – the sense of style that Italians have as part of their DNA. Nobody is like them.
I always see bridal as a cultural thing: you have to get under the skin to find out what is needed in that market. For instance, the Italians love plain dresses, and the Americans loved beaded ones.
My father bought a house in Panther Hollow. We were the first Italians in the neighborhood.
I am a very particular and peculiar ethnicity. Southern European, Italians – they never fit in models.
Playing against an Italian team is harder than all the other leagues. The Italians won’t score lots of goals, but they won’t concede many, either.
Have you ever heard of Irish, Poles, Germans, Italians and Jews being integrated? They go anywhere and just enjoy their rights. Why call it integration when black folks do the same thing? It’s a con job.
The Italians live well. They have problems, like all countries, but they are well-dressed, the women are pretty.
Most Italians who came to this country are very patriotic. There was this exciting possibility that if you worked real hard, and you loved something, you could become successful.
Italians have famously low levels of trust in their government, and a tradition of medical hoaxes.
I’m sick of seeing the immigrants in the hotels and the Italians who sleep in cars. This is the racist country.
People have an image of Italians. When I go somewhere in the world, I don’t care where it is, when they look at me it’s not about my intelligence. It’s who can I beat up.
I’ve always joked that my food memoirs will be titled ‘Brutta ma Buona,’ the phrase Italians use to describe food that’s delicious but rustic-looking at best: ugly but good.
What I have always liked about Italians is the way they are serious when they need to be but know how to relax and have a laugh, too.
I always admire the French and the Italians who are very devoted to their marriages. They take them extremely seriously, but it is understood that there might be other visitors at 5 o’clock in the afternoon. You just never boast about. They never say anything, but that’s what keeps marriages together.
Always buy dry pasta, not fresh. 90 percent of Italians use dried pasta as it keeps its al dente shape more perfectly when cooked.
I will never find people like the Italians… there is this spontaneity, this living life with a smile, to its fullest.
We Italians are always criticising ourselves.
I am Italian. Springsteen’s mostly Italian, too. We’re both Italians with Dutch names, one of the many things we have in common.
Generally, Italians just eat better. They’re not doing that thing where they’re eating two or three hundred grams of pasta. They’re never eating a carbonara sauce with a tub of cream in it.
When I am walking in Central Park, I recognize the Italians. Because an Italian, even when he jogs, he’s dressed perfect.
Italians allow anything in their cooking.
I really got the ‘Rhoda’ flavor from studying my stepmother, Angela, who’s Italian, not Jewish. There’s really so little difference between the speech patterns and family attitudes of Jews and Italians in the New York area, anyway.
Britain has still got rather fewer astronomers than many other countries – the French and the Italians, for example. Why is that? I don’t think those countries have better brains.
Everybody says it: black, white; everybody calls me a legend. Italians, Jews. Everybody.
American men are more open, they are readier to express their emotions, but they also get frightened easily. Italians are used to drama. For us, arguing, shouting is perfectly normal – for them it is inconceivable.
The problem that people have is that they eat too large portion sizes. Italians have been eating pasta for hundreds and hundreds of years, and we’ve never been an obese nation. We do the pasta, the pizza, all the cheeses, but it all has to do with how much you eat.
Australian genre films were a lot of fun because they were legitimate genre movies. They were real genre films, and they dealt, in a way like the Italians did, with the excess of genre, and that has been an influence on me.
Maybe we like our politicians to appear like bumbling oafs. It certainly never did Ronald Reagan or George Bush any harm. The Italians still seem enamoured of Silvio Berlusconi – a man whose entry into a room is less likely to be greeted with the Italian national anthem than by the Benny Hill theme tune.
There was a Greek restaurant, the only place we could get Italian food. All of us Italians and many others from other parts of Europe used to go there, and Rajiv and his friends also. Some of his group knew some of my group, and we met just like that.
It’s not just we Italians who are caught up in the difficulty.
Italians are very conscious of what they eat, how they eat, and its digestion.
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