Occupation: Author Birth: 1952
Sicily could only be an island, less by the caprice of nature than by her own insolence. As though she might have quit Italy had she not already been….
There isn't an agony in the world more powerful than tenderness.
We accumulate pain, collect it. ... We display it, stack it up into a pile, then we stack it up into a mountain, so we can climb up onto it, waiting ….
I run down to meet Floriana who is breathless from her hike. She stops in the road, the last light at her back. Prickles of rain cling to her unkerch….
Some people are born empty. All manner of good deeds and patience and loving kindness can't even begin to fill them up..
Living as a couple never means that each gets half. You must take turns at giving more than getting. It’s not the same as a bow to the other whether ….
most crimes are connected to hunger. One hunger or another..
Gauntlets are the stuff of every life, but when you learn young how to pick them up, how to work them against the demons, and finally how to outlast ….
Much of my crying is for joy and wonder rather than for pain. A trumpet's wailing, a wind's warm breath, the chink of a bell on an errant lamb, the s….
Take my hand and grow young with me. Don't rush. Don't sleep. Be a beginner. Light the candles. Keep the fire. Dare to love someone. Tell yourself th….
We believed the fairy tales we told our children and we loved them beyond reason even when we were green and bungling about it. We were children lovi….
How strange it is, sometimes, which conversations or events stays with us while so much else melts as fast as April snow..
Our babies cried when we left them and we cry when they leave us. Echoes. Proud almost to arrogance then, we pushed them about in their carriages. Du….
We're all who we are endlessly..