I'm a slave to this leaf in a diary that lists what I must do, what I must say, every half hour. Fallaci interview (1973)
What person with any sense likes himself? I know myself too well to like myself. Fallaci interview (1973)
Those nuts that burn their bras and walk around all disheveled and hate men? They’re crazy. Crazy. Fallaci interview (1973)
From Russia I didn’t bring out a single happy memory, only sad, tragic ones. The nightmare of pogroms, the brutality of Cossacks charging young Socialists, fear, shrieks of terror ... Fallaci interview (1973)
I want to see a film, they send the Israeli army reserves to escort me! What kind of life is this? Fallaci interview (1973)