Bastioni Chianti Quotes & Sayings

[A] "poem" is understood as [something] referring to a failure of language to be equal to the possibilities it figures — Ben Lerner

I was fortunate to sell at a time of great sea change in the romance genre; suddenly heroines were allowed to be portrayed as having rich, fulfilling lives. They didn't need a man for security or self-esteem, but having that one very special man in their lives proved the icing on the cake. — JoAnn Ross

Imagination is but another name for super intelligence. — Edgar Rice Burroughs

Everyone thinks of changing the world, but no one thinks of changing himself. — Leo Tolstoy

The flames of freedom which were lighted across this great land of ours in Thomas Jefferson's day have continued to burn with an intense and magnetic light for nearly 200 years. They have been fed by the spiritual fuel which abounds only in a land where an abiding faith in God and recognition of Him as the true Author of Liberty prevail. — J. Edgar Hoover

The spirit of brotherhood recognizes of necessity both the need of self-help and also the need of helping others in the only way which every ultimately does great god, that is, of helping them to help themselves. — Theodore Roosevelt

Even as a kid, I was a businessman. I figured out that if you plucked all the berries off my neighbor's tree and smashed them up, they made a Nickelodeon Gak-type consistency. I sold them to all the neighborhood kids and made stacks of quarters. Of course, the berries were poisonous, and I got in all types of trouble. — Adam DeVine

You're finally there, Robbie. On stage in front of huge audiences. All of your hard work has paid off. It's your time.
He didn't want any of that. As he looked at Zoey, the priorities he'd always set for himself fell away, leaving just one. One thing that mattered to him.
Her. — Mari Carr

Nobody is going to be as bad for free thinking, right-minded individuals than George Bush. — David Cross

He jumped lightly to the ground and turned to help Ada down. He lifted her, his hands around her waist. Mercy, but the woman felt good in his arms. Smelled good too, like warm skin and some kind of exotic flower. — Dorothy Love