My dad lives in Sicily, so I'm half Italian and half Irish - it's a fiery combination.

I'm definitely a morning person. I wake up dead happy, looking forward to having my cereal!

When I was six, I entered a talent contest. I dyed my hair blond, had a chainsaw and pretended I was Eminem. The old folk weren't expecting that.

My mother is Italian and my dad's Irish. In my family, we're expressive. Nobody holds back.

I am Italian and Hungarian by descent. Or, as we say in my neighborhood, I'm John Kerry Irish.

He looked like an Italian, was dressed like an Englishman, and had the independent air of an American--a combination which caused sundry pairs of feminine eyes to look approvingly after him, and sundry dandies in black velvet suits, with rose-colored neckties, buff gloves, and orange flowers in their buttonholes, to shrug their shoulders, and then envy him his inches.