Residenza San Vito Quotes & Sayings

It is surely gratuitous to point out that the author suffered from an edifice complex (writing of Ayn Rand) — Claudia Roth Pierpont

Professor McGonagall had a way of making him feel he must have done something wrong. — J.K. Rowling

Each day I live in a glass room unless I break it with the thrusting of my senses and pass through the splintered walls to the great landscape. — Mervyn Peake

You know, Leonard Cohen is amazing, just a mastermind, and really one of the great geniuses of our time. — Jake Shimabukuro

Sometimes an actor performs a character, but sometimes an actor just performs. With writing, I don't think it's performing a character, really, if the character you're performing is yourself. I don't see that as playing a role. It's just appearing in public. — Joan Didion

The wild carp is an icon that forges a living connection between the past and the present. — Fennel Hudson

People have been able to see that as cheeky and as flirty as I am, I am not the dreadful slapper that the press used to portray me as. But it will probably all turn around and people will hate me again in a couple of years. — Amanda Holden

was more than nerves, that he felt like he was gasping for air when he tried to speak. He didn't understand why other people found silence so uncomfortable when it had never bothered him. But every time he was quiet for too long, he could see people start to wonder what was wrong with him. Then he'd get cold and his palms would get sweaty, and he'd know from the knot in his stomach that he'd done it again; he'd alienated someone else with his inability to talk politely about things that didn't matter. — R. Cooper

An answer is invariably the parent of a whole family of new questions. — John Steinbeck

She herself, as she had said, was oddly enjoying the snowy night. She had seldom had reason to be abroad in such weather at night, and she had forgotten, or never noticed, how clear the sky was or how brightly the stars twinkled down. They might have been the only ones alive in the whole world, for it was deadly still, the eerie light giving the night almost a magical quality. Everyday items were rendered mysterious and beautiful by their layer of white, and the only sounds were those they made, of creaking leather and the crisp squeak of snow underfoot. — Dawn Lindsey

Motherhood to me is something that I always wanted, but never quite knew how it was going to happen. — Catherine Zeta-Jones