The real reason women fall in love abroad is not that they are free of domestic inhibitions but that they translate their love of stone and place into love of flesh. … Is this true?
BARBARA GRIZZUTI HARRISONInsanity is a lack of proportion.
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truth … is the first casualty of tyranny.
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Our awesome responsibility to ourselves, to our children, and to the future is to create ourselves in the image of goodness, because the future depends on the nobility of our imaginings.
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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.
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Autobiography is a preemptive strike against biographers.
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Insanity is a lack of proportion.
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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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Porches are America’s lost rooms.
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In memory Venice is always magic.
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Unhappiness makes beggars or accountants of us all.
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There is no way to take the danger out of human relationships.
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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.
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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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The past is a sorry country.
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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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