Only weak men want women to be weak.

It's what we call a dolce pazzia... a sweet madness. Once you feel it, you will never want to leave it.

Perhaps. But the firstborn of hope is tragedy.

For as long as I could remember, he had never worn a single piece of clothing that could be considered casual. Khaki shorts and golf shirts, to Umberto, were the garments of men who have no virtues left, not even shame.

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

I absolutely believe the past had its share of warrior women who fought like men. Whether some of these were the actual Amazons from Greek myth is another matter.

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.