«I fall into the trap of being born on the 28th of November, 1927, at two in the morning, under the sign of Sagittarius. It is unnerving to see how much the personality traits of Sagittarius coincide with my own; the most curious one is related to the legs: it appears that we Sagittarius always have wounds in our legs. For fifty thousand reasons, I always have them hurt. The blows that are most frequent come from the supporting frames of the paintings, which slip off the easel and inevitably fall on me.
My mother endured a very difficuly delivery; I had to be pulled out with a forceps and apparently the bruises from the tongs lasted for some months. My body was left in so much pain that when they covered me with the blanket, it hurt. Who knows if we could see in this event, which surely left a mark on me, the reason why, the more time passes, the more I agree with the legend according to which Silenus revealed that the highest fortune that man can achieve is to not have been born at all.»