I can live without it all - love with its blood pump, sex with its messy hungers, men with their peacock strutting, their silly sexual baggage, their wet tongues in my ear.

The future is merely a shadow which blocks out the joys of the present and emphasizes the miseries of the past.

Silence is the bluntest of blunt instruments. It seems to hammer you into the ground. It drives you deeper and deeper into your own guilt. It makes the voices inside your head accuse you more viciously than any outside voices ever could.

Silence is the bluntest of blunt instruments.

The dilemma is that if one does not risk anything one risks even more.

You see a lot of smart guys with dumb women, but you hardly ever see a smart woman with a dumb guy.

But come back in November or December, in February or March, when the fog, la nebbia, settles upon the city like a marvelous monster, and you will have little trouble believing that things can appear and disappear in this labyrinthine city, or that time here could easily slip in its sprockets and take you, willingly or unwillingly, back.