Benano Orvieto Quotes & Sayings

Chocolate is what I love. I have it every day. — Jennifer Hudson

People love cliches. If you can give people cliches, that's very good TV, then. — Michael Hirst

Creativity is the sudden cessation of stupidity. — Edwin Land

Evolution is the most important battle that Christians have to fight today, a battle we must win by any means, fair or foul! — Hank Hanegraaff

Friendship (as the ancients saw) can be a school of virtue; but also (as they did not see) a school of vice. It is ambivalent. It makes good men better and bad men worse. — C.S. Lewis

The novel is the fruit of a human illusion. The illusion of the power to understand others. But what do we know of one another? — Milan Kundera

I've learned if you're ever angry enough to hit somebody, don't do it. Cool down and get yourself a pistol. — Elmore Leonard

Brand integrity is the ability to present one's brand both in words and deeds to be true, respectable and acceptable without compromising on standards (brand's promise). — Bernard Kelvin Clive

Passion for fame: A passion which is the instinct of all great souls. — Edmund Burke

Trapped in limbo, believing in a lack of belief, but not necessarily lacking the belief to believe. — Ian Rankin

It's not like there's no work in Scotland, but speak to any actor, and they'll tell you it's limited. So you have to go to London or Manchester to broaden your horizons. — Greg McHugh

Gently, I ran my hand across his chest, exploring it. My breath felt tight in my throat. He was so beautiful. His muscles were toned, defined, his skin warm and smooth. Stroking my palm up over the line of his collarbone, I felt the firmness of his shoulder, the strength of his bicep. I traced my fingers over the black AK, following the lines of the letters. Alex hardly moved as I touched him, his eyes never leaving me.
Finally I sighed and dropped my hand. I tried to smile. "I've sort of been wanting to do that ever since that first night in the motel room," I admitted. — L.A. Weatherly

On the metaphysical front, the burning of sage is unsucessful. House reeks of doom, and now sage too. — Suzanne Finnamore