Io mi sono sempre lasciata attraversare dalle emozioni, investire con rabbiosa furia, ferirmi nella tormentosa lotta alla sopravvivenza.

Non lo avevo mai compreso. Era ottimista sempre e io ... io mi lasciavo trascinare dalle emozioni, mi si abbattevano addosso senza poterci fare nulla.

I miei silenzi erano scudi contro la realtà dietro i quali nascondevano la verità.

Dovresti imparare a non avere paura.

Stavo facendo impazzire tutte le persone che mi stavano intorno.

Non ero pronta ad amare nessun altro.

Lui mi dava e mi toglieva e volevo supplicarlo di smetterla.

Non c'era bisogno di parole, c'era bisogno di abbracci sinceri.

I sentimenti si imprimono nei luoghi dove li abbiamo vissuti.

Aveva l'animo della scrittrice pazza con tutti i suoi sbalzi d'umore, le sue insicurezze.

Non sapevo controllare i sentimenti, li sentivo sempre troppo prepotenti e forti e mi ferivano.

The war brought some changes to Colombo. But it was the villages that changed far more than the towns.

I was born when she kissed me. I died when she left me. I lived a few weeks while she loved me.

Rock'n'roll will never go away completely because it's so fundamentally attractive.

What is the knocking? What is the knocking at the door in the night? It is somebody who wants to do us harm. No, no, it is the three strange angels. Admit them, admit them.

That is my temperament. I enjoy creating systems on a grand scale, and I enjoy helping people who are vulnerable. And I enjoy crushing bastards.

Novels tell us the most truth about life: what it is, how we live it, what it might be for, how we enjoy and value it, and how we lose it.

To me, the highest expression of life is art with jokes. It's very rarified, very difficult to accomplish if you want to be more than just funny, and more than just jokes about human gaseousness.

When I have time, I write other things. I'm working on a book, I paint, I sculpt, I play with my dog, I watch television - I catch up on South Park or movies or whatever I've missed, normal stuff.

Because, really, what was worse than lying wide-awake in the dark, watching your life drip away, one irreplaceable minute after another?