Ammaniti Quotes & Sayings

What you call looking like an idiot are splashes of mediatic splendor that give shine to your personality and make you more human, more likable. If ethical and aesthetic principles no longer exist, looking like an idiot disappears as a consequence. — Niccolo Ammaniti

The hole was a couple of meters wide and two, two and a half meters deep. It was empty. No, there was something there. A heap of rolled-up rags? No ... An animal? A dog? No ... What was it? It was hairless ... white ... a leg ... A leg! I jumped backwards and nearly tripped over. A leg? I took a deep breath and had a quick look down. It was a leg — Niccolo Ammaniti

Even the most difficult things which you think you'll never get over you do get over, and in a trice you find they're behind you and you have to go on. New things await you. — Niccolo Ammaniti

They looked like good people, but deep down they were pieces of shit. They often found they way into politics, and they talked about God, family values and country. They were the new cavaliers of the Catholic culture. — Niccolo Ammaniti

He started touching me. 'How old are you?' He ran his hands over my nose, my mouth, my eyes. I was paralysed. 'Nine. What about you?' 'Nine.' 'When's your birthday?' 'The twelfth of September. And yours?' 'The Twentieth of November.' 'What's your name?' 'Michele. Michele Amitrano. What year are you in at school?' 'The fourth. What about you?' 'The fourth.' 'Same.' 'Same' 'I'm thirsty.' I gave him the bottle — Niccolo Ammaniti

The Lord of the worms comes and goes. — Niccolo Ammaniti

- They're all dead. They're all dead and they live in holes like this one. And I'm in one too. Everybody. The world's a place full of holes with dead people in them. And the moon's a ball all full of holes too and inside them there are other dead people. — Niccolo Ammaniti

Monsters don't exist. It's men you should be afraid of, not monsters. — Niccolo Ammaniti

She was always on her feet. Cooking. Washing. Ironing. — Niccolo Ammaniti

One day a man's son was run over by a car and he was killed and all mangled up. The father couldn't go on living, he felt ill, he cried all day, he went to a wizard and gave him all his money to bring his son back to life. The wizard said: "Go home and wait. Your son will return tonight." The father waited, but the son did not come home, so in the end he went to bed. He was just falling asleep when he heard footsteps in the kitchen. He got up feeling very happy and saw his son, he was all mangle up and had one arm missing and his head was split open, with the brains running out and he said he hated him because he'd left him in the middle of the road to go with women and it was his fault he was dead.' 'So?' 'So the father got some petrol and set fire to him.' 'I don't blame him.' I threw and finally hit the target. 'Point!' 'Four-two. — Niccolo Ammaniti

Margherita Margheritone put the pot of water on the fire and the Wicked Witch emptied the sack into it and the little wash-bear jumped out and started biting both of them, went down into the yard and started eating the hens, and threw all the rubbish into the air. — Niccolo Ammaniti