I've found what I was looking for, Child: what people call love between a man and a woman is a season. And if, at its flowering, this season is a feast of greenery, at its waning, it's only a heap of rotting leaves.
Oriana FallaciHave you ever thought that war is a madhouse and that everyone in the war is a patient?
Oriana FallaciI’ll parade with those who are alone like me. They exist. They are very few, but they exist. I’ll find them.
Oriana Fallaci