Silence is the garment of light.
Facts mean nothing to wounded feelings.
Italians do not regard food as merely fuel. They regard it as medicine for the soul, one of life's abiding pleasures.
My mother was my first jealous lover.
One feels a quickening of the pulse when one crosses a border.
my love of water ... is mingled with and almost indistinguishable from a fear of water (I can float in a vertical position - I enter a fugue state - but I cannot bear to bury my face in water).