“Gossip is the opiate of the oppressed.”

As long as I’m facing the right direction, it doesn’t matter the size of my steps.

People always think that history proceeds in a straight line. It doesn’t. Social attitudes don’t change in a straight line.

I do believe that in every age there are people whose consciousness transcends their own time and that these people, whether fictional or historical, are those with whom we most closely identify and those about whom we most enjoy reading.

The parity of women’s health. It’s very depressing to think that you win these rights, but then you have to win them again, and again, and again, and fight the same battles over and over.

Life is full of excuses to feel pain, excuses not to live, excuses, excuses, excuses.

Take your life in your own hands, and what happens? A terrible thing: no one to blame.

Souls have neither Sex nor Colour.

Courage is the only Magic worth having.

Images are … a kind of emotional shorthand.

Is perception equivalent to existence?

Is a currency worth anything if no one wants it? We used to buy shoes in Italy. Remember?

It takes courage to lead a life. Any life.

Do all women have to keep silent for men to speak? Do all women have to be legless for men to walk?

Breast-feeding may succumb to the bottle; cuddling, fondling, and paediatric visits may also be done by fathers…but when a child needs a mother to talk to, nobody else but a mother will do.

As women got little crumbs of power, men began to act paranoid – as if we’d disabled them utterly.

Loving someone is a loss of freedom – but one doesn’t think of it as loss because one gains so much else.

Not everyone repeats gossip. Everyone improves upon it.

Quit sharing bad news and gossip you aren’t a garbage truck.

Dine on little, and sup on less.

Fiction basically is a form of gossip where you want to enter other people’s lives, the lives of people you don’t know, and you want to know what’s going to happen to them.

Do not leave your reputation to chance or gossip; it is your life’s artwork, and you must craft it, hone it, and display it with the care of an artist.

Less gossiping, more learning. Less complaining, more excelling. Less walls, more bridges. Less fear, more courage.

I don’t like to go in places where women talk and gossip. The atmosphere I don’t like, even though you can sometimes meet nice people. For me, it’s a waste of time.

Love and scandal are the best sweeteners of tea.