Missing rubs the soul raw.

Missing rubs the soul raw.

Together he [Girolamo Savonarola] and his archenemy Lorenzo [de' Medici] would have been the stuff of gargoyles. One could almost imagine the diptych in which their profiles confronted each other, their noses as powerful as their personalities.

Someone told me much later that you always know the people who are going to make a difference in your life, from the very first time you set eyes on them, even if you do not like them at all. And I had noticed him, as he had me. God help us.

But anyone who has been that young knows that the great grief of love is that your body feels the most when it knows the least.

If grace belongs to God, there are those who say that luck belongs to the Devil and that he looks after his own.

Ah, he has too many ideas, that man da Vinci. His mind works faster than his hands.