Chimico In Inglese Quotes & Sayings

He did have to flush the toilet though, since I hadn't gotten to that yet. I had only peed, otherwise I might have been mortified. Best friend or not, shit was still shit. — Scarlett Dawn

You can say that climbers suffer the same as the other riders, but they suffer in a different way. You feel the pain, but you're glad to be there. — Richard Virenque

And I ask him why he cuts his arms with a razor. Just fo feel. Just to feel something. — Grant Morrison

No language is rude that can boast polite writers. — Aubrey Beardsley

I tried to remember how to exhale. I had to look away before it came back to me. — Stephenie Meyer

Literature tells very little to those who understand it. — Walter Benjamin

Well,
sometimes if something is really important to you, it
gets stuck in your body," he said, poking her ribs and
making her laugh. "So even if your mind thinks that it's
gone, it's still in there, kind of hiding inside of you, just
waiting for you to remember. It never goes away. — Priscilla Glenn

Bored people, unless they sleep a lot, are cruel. — Renata Adler

Mr. Bazzard's father, being a Norfolk farmer, would have furiously laid about him with a flail, a pitch-fork, and every agricultural implement available for assaulting purposes, on the slightest hint of his son's having written a play. — Charles Dickens

The man of knowledge must be able not only to love his enemies but also to hate his friends. — Friedrich Nietzsche

In a way, I pattern myself after all the bands I used to like as a kid. Every time they put out LPs, they had a whole new look and a new sound. — Richard Prince

The lasting and ultimately most important reputation of a film is not based on reviews, but on what, if anything, people say about it over the years, and on how much affection for it they have. — Stanley Kubrick

You know what Disneyland is known for? The Big Turkey Leg. People walk around with enormous deep-fried turkey legs. Like little kids, three-year-old kids eating these five-pound turkey legs. — Steve Carell

I was never happier than on the nights we stayed home, lying on the living room rug. We talked about classes and poetry and politics and sex. Neither of us were in love with the Iowa Writers' Workshop, but it didn't really matter because we had no place else to go. What we had was the little home we made together, our life in the ugly green duplex. We lived next door to a single mother named Nancy Tate who was generous in all matters. She would drive us to the grocery store and give us menthol cigarettes and come over late at night after her son was asleep to sit in our kitchen and drink wine and talk about Hegel and Marx. Iowa City in the eighties was never going to be Paris in the twenties, but we gave it our best shot. — Ann Patchett