Whenever a friend succeeds, a little something in me dies.

I was never my own type so I completely missed my beauty all through my youth.

I suppose my liking for Italy is partly atavism, my family are of the old Roman stock. They came from the Alps north of Venice.

If the splitter of hairs has a sharp enough knife, the fact of life itself can be chopped into nothing.

I have always found men quite fathomable. They look entirely to their own interest.

The idea of a good society is something you do not need a religion and eternal punishment to buttress; you need a religion if you are terrified of death.

To a born-again atheist like myself, it is clear that each of us has multiple selves, talents, perceptions. But to the Roman Catholic, unity is all.