Man alone measures time. Man alone chimes the hour. And, because of this, man alone suffers a paralysing fear that no other creature endures. A fear of time running out.

My mother was French Protestant, and my father was Italian Catholic, and their union was an excess of God, guilt and sauce.

There is a reason God limits man's days.

To these people, unhappiness was a condition, an intolerable state of affairs. If pills could help, pills were taken. But pills were not going to change the fundamental problem in the construction. Wanting what you can´t have. Looking for self-worth in the mirror. Layering work on top of work and still wondering why you weren´t satisfied - before working some more.

There is no formula to relationships.

Each affects the other, and the other affects the next, and the world is full of stories, but the stories are all one.

I'm in love with hope.