All acts performed in the world begin in the imagination.
BARBARA GRIZZUTI HARRISONItaly offers one the most priceless of all one’s possessions – one’s own soul.
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the islands of Italy combine all the elements – fire, water, earth, and air – and that is irresistible.
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Rome is all things high and low. It is like God, it accommodates so much.
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There is no way to take the danger out of human relationships.
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Women’s propensity to share confidences is universal. We confirm our reality by sharing.
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Italy offers one the most priceless of all one’s possessions – one’s own soul.
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There is something worse than dying, and that is humiliation – at least so it seemed to me.
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The dream police will not let me have sexual fantasies.
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Fantasies are more than substitutes for unpleasant reality; they are also dress rehearsals, plans. All acts performed in the world begin in the imagination.
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Illness is regarded as a crime, and crime is regarded as illness.
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the gardens of our childhood are all beautiful.
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I love cloisters, which are the architectural equivalent of a theological concept: perfect freedom within set boundaries.
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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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My mother was my first jealous lover.
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How do you think it would feel to be obliged to ask for a seat-belt extender on an airplane? For the unfashionably bulgy, life is a series of small humiliations.
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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.
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