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Sometimes I think that just not thinking of oneself is a form of prayer. . .

Barbara Grizzuti Harrison

To 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 HARRISON

Artist Husband Movement
Illness is regarded as a crime, and crime is regarded as illness.
BARBARA GRIZZUTI HARRISON

Crime Illness Regard
it’s perfectly possible to hate one’s fat and to love one’s body at the same time.
BARBARA GRIZZUTI HARRISON

Body Hate Weight
In the face of evil, detachment is a dubious virtue.
BARBARA GRIZZUTI HARRISON

Dubious Evil Faces
to have a crisis, and act upon it, is one thing. To dwell in perpetual crisis is another.
BARBARA GRIZZUTI HARRISON

Crisis Stress Trouble
Desire creates its own object.
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Desire Object
Weather creates character.
BARBARA GRIZZUTI HARRISON

Character Create Weather
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.
BARBARA GRIZZUTI HARRISON

Absence Doctrine Tradition
Great unhappiness is incompatible with the belief that it will ever end.
BARBARA GRIZZUTI HARRISON

Belief Grief Unhappiness
Facts mean nothing to wounded feelings.
BARBARA GRIZZUTI HARRISON

Facts Feelings Mean
Italians’ relationship to food is loving, informal, and gay.
BARBARA GRIZZUTI HARRISON

Food Gay Informal Relationship
Autobiography is a preemptive strike against biographers.
BARBARA GRIZZUTI HARRISON

Artistic Autobiography Strikes
Fantasies are more than substitutes for unpleasant reality; they are also dress rehearsals, plans. All acts performed in the world begin in the imagination.
BARBARA GRIZZUTI HARRISON

Art Inspirational Reality
I made the mistake of thinking that if you add up the past, you sum up the future; I forgot how frequently life astonishes us.
BARBARA GRIZZUTI HARRISON

Mistake Past Thinking
I love medieval cities; they do not clamor for attention; they possess their souls – their riches – in quiet; formal, courteous, they reveal themselves slowly, stone by stone, garden by garden; hidden treasures wait calmly to be loved and yield to introspective wandering.
BARBARA GRIZZUTI HARRISON

Cities Garden Travel
My mother was my first jealous lover.
BARBARA GRIZZUTI HARRISON

First Jealous Mother