Before Italy, I had a happy life.

The only thing I rely on is caffeine.

I'm always trying to feel less stress.

Everyone deals with tragedy in his own way.

I know I may appear spacey, but that's how I am.

Life lived somehow for love is life never wasted.

The only thing I can do is continue to defend myself.

I had to grow up in prison for something I did not do.

I'm working on getting tougher with self-defence classes.

A good way to vilify women is by attacking their sexuality.

I would prefer to be famous for something I did or built or achieved.

I was imprisoned as an innocent person, it's common sense not to go back.

I looked to books to stimulate my mind and create a daily sense of purpose.

Everybody tells me, 'You're famous.' And I answer, 'I'm not Angelina Jolie!'

No one knows how they would react to a horrible situation until it happens to them.

I know that Perugia is probably the least-welcome place for me in the entire world.

To be quite honest, the joyful relief of the publication of my book was short-lived.

After my conviction, I was devastated. I had never believed that I would be convicted.

I always carry a book with me to read on the bus, and I tend to arrive everywhere early.

I lost years of my life to prison because of two-dimensional and misogynist stereotypes.

My family's the most important thing to me right now, and I just want to go be with them right now.

I was told that my best-case scenario would likely consist of writing my memoir and then disappearing.

There are those who believe in my innocence and those who believe in my guilt. There is no in-between.

When we label human beings and flatten them to just a splashy headline, we lose decency and the truth.

You can always do something that can make you feel good about your life despite what you're going through.

Now I have normal-person fears - fears of failure, of not being smart enough or strong enough or kind enough.

The best thing #MeToo did was say women's experiences matter. You can't blame us for what happens to us anymore.

All wrongfully convicted people are portrayed as monsters. But there's a special kind of monster that is a woman.

I have a few close friends with whom I can practice speaking Italian, but I mostly maintain fluency through reading.

I know I have not always been understandable and that I was guided for too long by stubborn naivety, which created confusion.

Our long history of exploiting women's bodies and suppressing their voices had a direct impact on my case and other women's lives.

What I started to read and most enjoyed while I was a student was an Italian edition of 'Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets.'

People can take, take, take from you. There are people whose profession is to do that. It's entertainment at the cost of human lives.

I think that there was a lot of fantasy projected onto me, and that resulted in a reappropriation and re-characterization of who I am.

Even if Trump means well, his schemes tend to be blunt, selfish, and short-sighted rather than nuanced, empathetic, and thought through.

When you meet me and hang out with me, I might come across as a very upbeat, driven person. I don't come across as someone who is wounded.

I don't want to get married for the sake of getting married. My hope is that I have a partner with whom I can continue to take on the world.

I have been in an experience where I thought everything that I had hoped for in my life was taken away from me, and I had to redefine what mattered.

I am living in this world, and if this world already has a certain prejudice of me and an idea of me, then it's really hard for me to go through it.

One of the things that I somewhat realized, especially right after I was convicted, was that sometimes really, really horrible things happen for no reason.

I'm definitely not going back to Italy willingly. They'll have to catch me and pull me back kicking and screaming into a prison that I don't deserve to be in.

That is the thing that I was scared of - that I would know intellectually that there's something to glean out of life, but that I would be so broken that I wouldn't care.

I think it's true that people seemed to have had a kind of tunnel vision in my regard, and that has been something that I've been having to fight against for a long time.

It's one thing to be called certain things in the media, and then it's another thing to be sitting in a courtroom, fighting for your life while people are calling you a devil.

Like most millennials, I have the bad, anxiety-inducing habit of grabbing my phone in the morning and scrolling through social media for 15, 20 minutes before I'm fully awake.

I'm very anti-antidepressants. It's not the chemicals of my brain that's a problem; it's reality. I don't think tricking my brain into reinterpreting reality is going to help.

The eyes, it is said, are windows to the soul. They are not. They are organs for converting light into electro-magnetic impulses. But this has never stopped us dreaming of them that way.

As this case has progressed, the evidence that the prosecution has claimed exists against me has been proven less and less and less. And all that has happened is that they've filled these holes with speculation.

I am a marked person, and no one who's unmarked is going to understand that. It's very intimidating. I don't even know what my place is anymore. What's my role in society? Who am I, after everybody has branded me?

I didn't confess. I was interrogated. They acted like my answers were wrong. They told me I was wrong, that I didn't remember correctly, that I had to remember correctly. And if I didn't, I would never see my family.

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