Whenever I go anywhere but Italy for a vacation, I always feel vaguely disappointed, as if I have made a mistake.

Everyone has talent. What is rare is the courage to follow the talent to the dark place where it leads.

The truth is simple, you do not die from love. You only wish you did.

That was probably the mistake of my generation, that we thought that having sex with anyone would be intimate and it wasn't.

A dreary censorship, and self-censorship, has been imposed on books by the centralization of the book industry.

Loving someone is a loss of freedom - but one doesn't think of it as loss because one gains so much else.

At times it is strangely sedative to know the extent of your own powerlessness.