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

I think Shakespeare is everybody's treasure.

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

You owe me nothing, but I want everything.

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.

Perhaps. But the firstborn of hope is tragedy.

Verona is a very beautiful city, but Siena just never ceases to fascinate me.