I don’t think that he was very happy. I don’t mean that he did anything or said anything which would indicate that he was. How can I say – well, who is happy? – I am happy. I have a happy nature – I like the rain – I like the sun – the heat – the cold – the mountains, the sea – the flowers, the – Well, I like life, and I’ve been so lucky. Why shouldn’t I be happy?
I don’t lock doors. I don’t hold grudges. Really the only thing I’m not mad about is wind.

(Me – Stories of my life, Ballantine Books, 1991)

Comments so far:

1. by Isa on aprile 6th, 2010 at 09:44

   La so! La so! Maestra, chiami me!

2. by Schadenfreude on aprile 6th, 2010 at 12:24

   they don’t make them like this anymore

3. by mal on aprile 6th, 2010 at 15:23

   a parte che bisogna saperlo subito, Google is your friend, people.

4. by Casanduoglio on aprile 6th, 2010 at 17:06

   io amo il vento. Specialmente il rumore

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