Sir Hugo Drax Quotes & Sayings

The words 'forse che si,' 'forse che no', 'perhaps yes,' 'perhaps no,' repeat along all paths. — Frances Mayes

How could you do nothing to him, if you fought so hard?" she asked. "I'm lust and he's wrath!" he yelled. "I'm a lover, he's a fighter!" Virtue - A Fairy Tale — Amanda Hocking

When I photograph, what I'm really doing is seeking answers to things. — Wynn Bullock

To recreate a new aristocracy is the eternal task of every revolutionary project. — Guillaume Faye

The millionaires are a product of natural selection ... the naturally selected agents of society for certain work. They get high wages and live in luxury, but the bargain is a good one for society. — William Graham Sumner

Prostitution happens to you because of troubles you had. In reality no woman would choose to do that. — Catherine Deneuve

When she finally got to the desk, the airline employee was surprisingly upbeat. "Your best bet is to Apparate."
"Sorry?"
"Just a little Harry Potter humor," he said. — Rainbow Rowell

The bronze dwarfs give you the first clue that Wroclaw is no ordinary city. They lurk all over the place, carousing outside pubs, snoring at the doors of hotels, peeking out from behind the bars of the old city jail. — David Hewson

We dressed ourselves up as Gauguin pictures and careered round Crosby Hall. Mrs. Whitehead was scandalized. She said that Vanessa and I were practically naked. My mother's ghost was invoked once more ... to deplore the fact that I had taken a house in Brunswick Square and had asked young men to share it ... Stories began to circulate about parties at which we all undressed in public. Logan Pearsall Smith told Ethel Sands that he knew for a fact that Maynard had copulated with Vanessa on a sofa in the middle of the drawing room. It was a heartless, immoral, cynical society it was said; we were abandoned women and our friends were the most worthless of young men. — Virginia Woolf

You can have it all without suffering from a meltdown. — Selena Gomez

Song of my soul, my voice is dead,
Die though, unsung, as tears unshed
Shall dry and die in
Lost Carcosa — Robert W. Chambers