.... "death turns all men into great lovers. Would that they were equally ardent while the lady was still alive!

I wish I had the power to flip my reality upside down like an hourglass, and that life wasn't a finite affair, but rather a perpetually recurring passage through a hole in time.

Only weak men want women to be weak.

I’ll be back tomorrow,” he said, “at nine o’clock. Don’t open your door to anyone else.” “Not even my balcony door?” “Especially not your balcony door.

By the time we left college, I had become my own image: a dandelion in the flower bed of society. Kinda cute, but still a weed.

Everything we say is a story. But nothing we say is just a story.

Peppo!" I yelled, pulling at my cousin's suspenders. "I really don't want to be arrested, okay?" "Don't worry!" Peppo turned a corner and accelerated as he spoke. "I go too fast for police!

You were right and I was wrong. When life hurts more than death, it is not worth living.

Great love, you believe, carries the seeds of great sorrow.

We are all cups, and our destiny is poured according to measures we cannot understand, cannot influence.

When the old men fight, the young people die.

Heresy is the life of a mythology and orthodoxy is the death.

getting angry and harbouring bitterness doesn’t help anybody, least of all the angry bitter person.

All people are endowed with the faculty of compassion, and for this reason can develop the humanitarian spirit.

There is nothing more ugly than an orthodoxy without understanding or compassion.

Not sure there is a truth that's "for sure."

[Donald Trump] will stand on the principles that have underpinned his commitment to end illegal immigration in this country. And that's what people will learn more about in the days ahead.

The moment we begin to seek love, love begins to seek us. And to save us.

People say 'go with the flow' but do you know what goes with the flow? Dead fish.

The trouble with giving yourself a pep talk is, that deep down you know it's all bullshit.

Logic and over-analysis can immobilise and sterilize an idea. It's like love. The more you analyse it, the more it disappears.