it’s perfectly possible to hate one’s fat and to love one’s body at the same time.
BARBARA GRIZZUTI HARRISONit’s perfectly possible to hate one’s fat and to love one’s body at the same time.
BARBARA GRIZZUTI HARRISONTo live exhilaratingly in and for the moment is deadly serious work, fun of the most exhausting sort
BARBARA GRIZZUTI HARRISONTo offer the complexities of life as an excuse for not addressing oneself to the simpler, more manageable (trivial) aspects of daily existence is a perversity often indulged in by artists, husbands, intellectuals — and critics of the Women’s Movement.
BARBARA GRIZZUTI HARRISONWeather creates character.
BARBARA GRIZZUTI HARRISONFacts mean nothing to wounded feelings.
BARBARA GRIZZUTI HARRISONIllness is regarded as a crime, and crime is regarded as illness.
BARBARA GRIZZUTI HARRISONIf there is one lesson Rome teaches, it is that matter is good; in Rome the holy and the homely rise and converge.
BARBARA GRIZZUTI HARRISONWomen’s propensity to share confidences is universal. We confirm our reality by sharing.
BARBARA GRIZZUTI HARRISONThere are no original ideas. There are only original people.
BARBARA GRIZZUTI HARRISONDesire creates its own object.
BARBARA GRIZZUTI HARRISON[On Werner Erhard, founder of est:] If I wanted a new belief system, I’d choose to believe in God – He’s been in business longer than Werner, and He has better music.
BARBARA GRIZZUTI HARRISONThere is something worse than dying, and that is humiliation – at least so it seemed to me.
BARBARA GRIZZUTI HARRISONOne can be tired of Rome after three weeks and feel one has exhausted it; after three months one feels that one has not even scratched the surface of Rome; and after six months one wishes never to leave it.
BARBARA GRIZZUTI HARRISONEvery generation reinvents the wheel – and in the process it often adds to rather than subtracts from a woman’s burdens.
BARBARA GRIZZUTI HARRISONItaly offers one the most priceless of all one’s possessions – one’s own soul.
BARBARA GRIZZUTI HARRISONEvery house we have lived in, every building to which our hands have lent their work, belongs to us by virtue of love or of regret.
BARBARA GRIZZUTI HARRISON