The only thing I rely on is caffeine.
I've gained a seriousness that has to do with a certain perspective, a gratitude for being able to see the importance of things. And that lends itself a gravity to everything. And that is something that I sort of carry as a weight but a good weight inside of me.
I would prefer to be famous for something I did or built or achieved.
I'm terrible at basketball. I have really small hands, and I can't control the ball.
When we label human beings and flatten them to just a splashy headline, we lose decency and the truth.
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 know that Perugia is probably the least-welcome place for me in the entire world.
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.
I looked to books to stimulate my mind and create a daily sense of purpose.
I always carry a book with me to read on the bus, and I tend to arrive everywhere early.
I have a few close friends with whom I can practice speaking Italian, but I mostly maintain fluency through reading.
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.
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.
It's almost like living a double life where I'm in a limbo space where Amanda Knox, a real person, exists, 'Foxy Knoxy,' an idea of a person, exists, and I'm constantly having to juggle how someone is interacting with me based upon that two-dimensional person of me that has been in the public's imagination for so long.
No one knows how they would react to a horrible situation until it happens to them.
Now I have normal-person fears - fears of failure, of not being smart enough or strong enough or kind enough.
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.
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.'
I was told that my best-case scenario would likely consist of writing my memoir and then disappearing.
