Porcellana Di Quotes & Sayings

Perhaps in the world's destruction it would be possible at last to see how it was made. Oceans, mountains. The ponderous counterspectacle of things ceasing to be. The sweeping waste, hydroptic and coldly secular. The silence. — Cormac McCarthy

We can start all the organic farms we want, but we can't stop congress from declaring pizza sauce a vegetable. — William Deresiewicz

I'm drinking here break motor oil and Bombay gin, I'll sleep when I'm dead. — Warren Zevon

I have many favorite artists ... Van Gogh as one, but he didn't really sing a lot! — Colin Mochrie

You should eat," Paul suggested. — Debra Webb

We justify our heartless calls by our commitment to one day defeat all our enemies so the people can live the remainder of their days in peace and prosperity. We've become politicians. — Karen Marie Moning

We do remember once we were wrong sacrificing everything for idols and stones likewise today for ghost and phantoms. — M.F. Moonzajer

People often ask me how I make things funny. I don't make things funny. — Richard Russo

That's what women specialize in-demanding every scrap of humanity we have. Our hearts, our souls and our balls. You can fight it, my friend, but I've learned it's a whole lot smarter to hand it all over quietly. They're going to win in the end and if you resist, you only end up having to beg more. — Susan Mallery

There is a tendency of one generation to run wild, break rules, enjoy itself, and then condemn those who come along next to give these indulgences a new spin". — Bob Morris

The older I grow the less I esteem mere ideas. In politics, particularly, they are transient and unimportant ... There are only men who have character and men who lack it. — H.L. Mencken

Enough small empty boxes thrown into a big empty box fill it full. — Carl Sandburg

I will be no more than a tint of some obscure color, and to their great grandchildren nothing they ever know about, and so what army of strangers and ghosts has shaped and coloured me until back to Adam, until back to when ribs were blown from molten sand into the glass bits that took up the light of this world ... — Paul Harding

What a glorious morning this is! — Samuel Adams