One can be tired of Rome after three weeks and feel one has exhausted it; after three months one feels that one has not even scratched the surface of Rome; and after six months one wishes never to leave it.

Weather creates character.

Unhappiness makes beggars or accountants of us all.

To sleep is an act of faith.

Violence is its own anesthetist. The numbness it induces feels very much like calm.

Food is my drug of choice.

Women's propensity to share confidences is universal. We confirm our reality by sharing.