Life is a storeroom filled with boxes, some empty, some misplaced forever. We're what remains, what we've grabbed hold of. — Margaret Mazzantini Copy Share Image
“There’s no explaining love. It stands by itself; it makes mistakes and struggles on its own.” — Margaret Mazzantini Copy Share Image
Life is a storeroom filled with boxes, some empty, some misplaced forever. We're what remains, what we've grabbed hold of. — Margaret Mazzantini Copy Share Image
“I fought tenaciously against what seemed to be my destiny; I struggled against my natural reaction with all my strength, because it was killing… — Margaret Mazzantini Copy Share Image
“Ne vem, hčerka moja, kam gredo ljudje, ki umrejo, vem le, kje ostanejo.” — Margaret Mazzantini Copy Share Image
“My child, I don’t know where people go when they die, but I know where they stay.” — Margaret Mazzantini Copy Share Image
“We were like two wolves that have chased a prey and lost it: They lie together in the dark woods, panting and weary, and… — Margaret Mazzantini Copy Share Image
“For me, literature is a revolutionary force, it requires courage and risk-taking, it must have the ability to thrust you out of your comfort… — Margaret Mazzantini Copy Share Image
“You don’t adopt a single child, you adopt the pain of the world. It’s a litmus test of your incapacity.” — Margaret Mazzantini Copy Share Image
