Mamberto Quotes & Sayings

The stories of wine lords who trade wine on intimidation or food critics who trade free meals for reviews ... those are the stories of my life. I am telling the stories of my life in a true way. — Joe Bastianich

Once you feel the desire to engage, think about what you're good at and what you can contribute. It's about breaking down the idea that there are activists and ordinary people. — Avi Lewis

They carried shameful memories. They carried the common secret of cowardice barely restrained, the instinct to run or freeze or hide, and in many respects this was the heaviest burden of all, for it could never be put down, it required perfect balance and perfect posture — Tim O'Brien

In managing our transport systems, our governments must constantly negotiate the paradox of mass movement. They must create a system which, for the sake of speed and efficiency, treats us like a herd, constantly prodded and coralled, divided, re-formed and forced into line. At the same time it must grant us the illusion of autonomy. — George Monbiot

But songbirds are trash," the chicken said, and the guinea hen laughed, saying, "Well, then, I guess we could all use a little more trash in our lives. — David Sedaris

For me, writing essays, prose and fiction is a great way to be self-indulgent. — Diablo Cody

The very valuable time of the humanity often passes with the incredible stupidities and with the local matters not worth a penny! — Mehmet Murat Ildan

I'll have what she's having — Nora Ephron

I am persuaded that a coldly-thought-out and independent verdict upon a fashion in clothes, or manners, or literature, or politics, or religion, or any other matter that is projected into the field of our notice and interest, is a most rare thing -- if it has indeed ever existed. — Mark Twain

Stay, little cheerful Robin! stay, And at my casement sing, Though it should prove a farewell lay And this our parting spring. * * * * * Then, little Bird, this boon confer, Come, and my requiem sing, Nor fail to be the harbinger Of everlasting spring. — William Wordsworth

When you get back, I finally wrote, let's lay ourselves down in the fields outside, and sleep there for the night, whatever the weather. We'll let the crows roost on our shoulders and skulls, let them nudge our necks with their wings, and pick at our earlobes, nibbling all the rotten bits out of us until we're nothing more than sinew, bone, and teeth. Until we're so pure, you can see right through us down to the roots and dirt. Until even our memories are eaten alive. — Tiffany Baker

Who is preaching the living word today? — Lailah Gifty Akita

I'm guilty of eating Magnum bars before I go to sleep at night. — Madonna Ciccone

Some of the world's blackest holes are out
in the open for anyone to see ... — Joe Sacco