Poetry is fired by love.
You're not too fat; you're just in the wrong country.
I don't cook. My mother didn't cook. My daughter doesn't cook.
There is no loneliness like the loneliness of a dead marriage.
From Roman times to the present, Italy has been a country to fall in love with - a tribute to all that is enduring, crazy, pagan, joyous, melancholy, at once banal and divine, in the human spirit.
Having stopped expecting truth, we rarely get it.