it’s perfectly possible to hate one’s fat and to love one’s body at the same time.
BARBARA GRIZZUTI HARRISONItalians’ relationship to food is loving, informal, and gay.
More Barbara Grizzuti Harrison Quotes
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Rome is all things high and low. It is like God, it accommodates so much.
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Illness is regarded as a crime, and crime is regarded as illness.
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Persecution always acts as a jell for members of cults; it proves to them, in the absence of history, liturgy, tradition, and doctrine, that they are God’s chosen.
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Violence is its own anesthetist. The numbness it induces feels very much like calm.
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Silence is the garment of light.
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One 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.
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There is no way to take the danger out of human relationships.
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Desire creates its own object.
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Nothing is more democratic, less judgmental, than water. Water doesn’t care whether flesh is withered or fresh; it caresses aged flesh and firm flesh with equal love.
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There are no original ideas. There are only original people.
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The dream police will not let me have sexual fantasies.
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Great unhappiness is incompatible with the belief that it will ever end.
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The past can be tamed and controlled.
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It’s the perpetually unfinished quality of housework that makes it oppressive – it never ends, like bad psychoanalysis, or a dream interrupted. It is paradoxically true that it is exactly this daily re-creation of the world that lends housekeeping its nobility and romance.
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Every 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.
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