All Roads Lead to Rome

The people will believe whatever the paparazzi spin for them. And the paparazzi will spin what they want the people to believe.

If you let strangers take up space in your head…there won’t be any room left for you.

I stand between them in the elevator like we’re three mismatched garden gnomes.

You can’t refuse to live your life because some irrelevant person might be unkind to you.

Why are you so afraid all the time?” “The world is a scary place.” “Aye, but that’s not why you’re scared of it.

But,” I add to make him stop frowning. “I’m happy to see that you know the difference between ‘who’ and ‘whom’” He shakes his head. “Crivvens, where did I find you?” “In a gelateria off the Piazza di Spagna. I made the mistake of wearing yellow that day.

You cannae move a cow in that dress.

The only reason I’m convinced the sun will come up tomorrow is to give me sunburn.

Everyone cares what people think. And it’s not what they think, it’s what they say.” “I see. Well, let’s make sure we have some fun and make sure we don’t hear them.

I never despised you.” “Oh, I think you did.” “I just didn’t think I was going to be able to stand your company. But I never despised you.” “That seems like the same thing.

I don't believe your love for your family has to mean you sacrifice who you are for them, or for tradition. The world changes, whether we try to keep it the same or not. I get that you need to embrace your family's heritage, and you should, but it can't be some box you get put into that can only look the way it's always looked.