I can't believe that's true. Why would Giacomo fall for someone like me? (Simona)Because you've given him what other women haven't. You've given him your trust and honesty. (Leena)

I'm happy to tell you there is very little in this world that I believe in.

Names turned over by time, like the plough turning the soil. Bringing up the new while the old were buried in the mud.

I fall for you.Effortlessly.

Culture with us ends in headache.

Take a woman talking, purging herself with rhymes, drumming words out like a typewriter, planting words in you like grass seed. You'll move off.

Wine has lit up for me the pages of literature, and revealed in life romance lurking in the commonplace.

The pessimism of the creative person is not decadence but a mighty passion for the redemption of man.

Poetry proceeds from the totality of man, sense, imagination, intellect, love, desire, instinct, blood and spirit together.

I'm a real pushover for animals.

In common with many who have a brain injury, I initially lost my confidence and felt very vulnerable, as if a protective layer of skin had been stripped away.