Today, as never before, the fates of men are so intimately linked to one another that a disaster for one is a disaster for everybody.

Vivevano così, in stretta amicizia, dividendosi il poco che avevano, e senza appoggiarsi a nessun gruppo, senza fare progetti per il futuro, perché non c’era nessun futuro possibile; probabilmente sarebbe scoppiata la guerra, e l’avrebbero vinta gli stupidi; perché gli stupidi, Mario diceva, vincevano sempre.

No adultery is bloodless.

You aren't ill: it is just that you are made of second-rate materials.

When I write stories I am like someone who is in her own country, walking along streets that she has known since she was a child, between walls and trees that are hers.

Every day silence harvests its victims. Silence is a mortal illness.