I am disgusted by the anti-Semitism of many Italians, of many Europeans.
This Islam business kidnapped me.
Glory is a heavy burden, a murdering poison, and to bear it is an art. And to have that art is rare.
I no longer have the energy to get really angry, like I used to.
How do you dare to ask me for a solution? It's like asking Seneca for a solution. You remember what he did? He committed suicide!
I don't even know if I will be around next year. My cancers are so bad that I think I've arrived at the end of the road. What a pity. I would like to live not only because I love life so much, but because I'd like to see the result of the trial. I do think I will be found guilty.