A painter's hand has a thirst for thieving, it steals from heaven and makes a gift to the memories of men, it feigns eternity and it delights in this pretence almost as if it had created rules of its own,… — Dacia Maraini Copy Share Image
It's easier to change a law than an age-old mentality. Deep down, many prejudices, many hostilities, many fears persist. But if we take a… — Dacia Maraini Copy Share Image
For my whole life I have dedicated myself to those who have been subjected to injustice. I've conducted investigations and written in newspapers about… — Dacia Maraini Copy Share Image
In a novel there's not much autobiography. There are characters in transit. Naturally, I can project something of my experiences onto the characters, but… — Dacia Maraini Copy Share Image
I also really loved the sea when I was young, when I lived in Sicily, but unfortunately the sea here has been reduced to… — Dacia Maraini Copy Share Image
I don't always understand my characters. I write to understand them better. — Dacia Maraini Copy Share Image
“Her gaze dims as her nostalgia for Palermo overcomes her. Those smells of seaweed dried by the sun, of capers, of ripe figs, she… — Dacia Maraini Copy Share Image
It's enough for a small betrayal, a distancing, an affirmation of independence to provoke wrath, fear and also hatred from the adult. How many… — Dacia Maraini Copy Share Image
Don't wait for success, but for the respect and interest of those who read you. At the start it could be a classmate, someone… — Dacia Maraini Copy Share Image
