Difrancesco Pizza Quotes & Sayings

Some small part of her had reacted to the passion inside him. Despite his role as a titled gentleman, there seemed to be a facet inside him that society could not tame, something stimulating yet dangerous, like standing at the edge of a cliff and feeling the mysterious, subtle pull to jump. — Brenda Novak

I'd been kissed before, many times, but never like that. — Fisher Amelie

It was all conveyed by the nicest, almost indetectably refined blend of sympathy and bitchiness ... — John Wyndham

I feel like when I give trust that isn't earned, I receive hurt that isn't deserved. — Steve Maraboli

This country is becoming increasingly authoritarian. It's based on capital punishment. — Kate Millett

Doors lead to things and I've never met one I haven't wanted to open. — Kate Morton

I'm pissed off at my Republican family back in North Carolina, several of whom came to my wedding, but who went right back and are voting for homophobes and acting like it doesn't matter. It does matter and it's time for the queers in this country to start saying so to their families. I think we've all cut them too much slack for far too long. — Armistead Maupin

I really want to start playing basketball. I actually bought a new basketball. — Kim Gordon

Farewell Aragorn. Go to Minas Tirith and save my people! I have failed. — J.R.R. Tolkien

I was the one who was really buried that day — Lauren Oliver

How long is this going to take, Finnikin? Ask him if they have food. You promised me roast pork." Finnikin rolled his eyes as Moss swung from side to side, trying to dislodge him from his back. "Woman, I'm trying to fight here! Or has that escaped your attention?" Moss reached over his shoulder, grabbed Finnikin by his jerkin, and swung him over his head. But then he stopped suddenly, sliding Finnikin back onto the ground, staring at him. "Finnikin? Did she say Finnikin?" Finnikin felt dizzy, the world spinning out of control. "Finn?" Moss asked again, and then something else seemed to occur to him. "Did you tell her to go get your . . ." He swung around to where the others stood. "Blessed day," he murmured. "Oh, blessed day. — Melina Marchetta

Who are we, if not a combination of experiences, information, books we have read, things imagined? Each life is an encyclopaedia, a library, an inventory of objects, a series of styles, and everything can be constantly reshuffled and reordered in every conceivable way. — Italo Calvino