Listen: if I am a painter and I do your portrait, have I or haven’t I the right to paint you as I want?
When my father was arrested, we didn’t know where they had him. My mother found him at the house of torture. It was called Villa Triste.
Is it right to shoot the poor prostitute or a woman who is unfaithful to her husband, or a man who loves another man?
I was a little girl fighting as a partisan against Nazi-Fascism.
I have never met a man more shy than Clark Gable. He was so shy, you couldn’t make him talk.
I don’t even know if I will be around next year. My cancers are so bad that I think I’ve arrived at the end of the road. What a pity. I would like to live not only because I love life so much, but because I’d like to see the result of the trial. I do think I will be found guilty.
Sometimes the dead are more alive than the living. And they can kill the living.
I have reached the conclusion that those who have physical courage also have moral courage. Physical courage is a great test.
Khomeini was not a puppet like Arafat or Qaddafi or the many other dictators I met in the Islamic world. He was a sort of Pope, a sort of king – a real leader.
Without Khomeini, we would not be where we are. What a pity that, when pregnant with him, his mother did not choose to have an abortion.
If you put a pistol against my head and ask which I think is worse, Muslims or Mexicans, I’d have to think a moment, then I’d say the Muslims because they’ve broken my balls.
Have you ever thought that war is a madhouse and that everyone in the war is a patient?
I am known for a life spent in the struggle for freedom, and freedom includes the freedom of religion.
I am a danger to myself if I get angry.
One day you and I will have to have a little talk about this business called love. I still don’t understand what it’s all about. My guess is that it’s just a gigantic hoax, invented to keep people quiet and diverted. Everyone talks about love: the priests, the advertising posters, the literati, and the politicians, those of them who make love. And in speaking of love and offering it as a panacea for every tragedy, they would and betray and kill both body and soul.
Io perfino nelle pause in cui piango suoi miei fallimenti, le mie delusioni, i miei strazi, concludo che soffrire sia da preferirsi al niente.
If you speak your mind on the Vatican, on the Catholic Church, on the Pope, on the Virgin Mary or Jesus or the saints, nobody touches your ‘right of thought and expression.’ But if you do the same with Islam, the Koran, the Prophet Muhammad, some son of Allah, you are called a xenophobic blasphemer who has committed an act of racial discrimination.
La Vita ha 4 sensi: Amare, soffrire, lottare e Vincere. Chi ama soffre. Chi soffre lotta. Chi lotta vince. Ama molto, soffri poco, lotta tanto, VINCI SEMPRE.
La sal de la vida es la felicidad, y la felicidad existe; consiste en darle caza.
Scrivendo, invece, servo a qualcosa. Vi sono tanti modi per fare la politica vista come nobile impegno, dovere. Io la faccio scrivendo.
Only those who have cried a lot can appropriate life in all its beauty and have a good laugh. It’s easy to cry, hard to laugh.