Tarallo Napoletano Quotes & Sayings

The reason you are so sore you missed the war is because war is the best subject of all. It groups the maximum of material and speeds up the action and brings out all sorts of stuff that normally you have to wait a lifetime to get. — Ernest Hemingway,

What I noticed about L.A. is that people try to hit on you in your car. It's incredibly creepy to be in a car and have the guy next to you roll down his window. — Jessica Lucas

I certainly hoped that in the Eastern part of Germany, what was just beginning to be called the German Democratic Republic, you would develop a system of socialism with freedom and democracy. — Stefan Heym

Our lives are all that really belong to us, so it is how we use our lives that determines what kind of men we are — Cesar Chavez

He's like Super Librarian, y'know? Everyone forgets, Willow, that knowledge is the ultimate weapon. — Joss Whedon

I steal, Winkle said, with a smile that said I'm joking and a glint in his eye that said I'm not. — Orson Scott Card

He leaned in. I felt his breath against my neck, then the press of his mouth against my skin just above the collar, almost a sigh.
"Don't," I said. I drew back, but he held me tighter. His hand went to the nape of my neck, long fingers twining in my hair, easing my head back. I closed my eyes.
"Let me," he murmured against my throat. His heel hooked around my leg, bringing me closer. I felt the heat of his tongue, the flex of hard muscle beneath bare skin as he guided my hands around his waist. "It isn't real," he said. "Let me."
I felt that rush of hunger, the steady, longing beat of desire that neither of us wanted, but that gripped us anyway. We were alone in the world, unique. We were bound together and always would be.
And it didn't matter.
I couldn't forget what he'd done, and I wouldn't forgive what he was: a murderer. A monster. A man who had tortured my friends and slaughtered the people I'd tried to protect. I shoved away from him. "It's real enough. — Leigh Bardugo

Our
outsideness, after all, is a major part of what makes us different from the direct
participants in history and enables us, as historians, to render the past intelligible
and meaningful in ways that simply are not available to those immediately in-
volved. In other words, outsideness, whether that of Americans addressing the Chi-
nese past or of historians in general addressing the past in general, does not just
distort; it also illuminates. This means that, as I said earlier, our central task is to
find ways of exploiting our outsideness that maximize the illumination and mini-
mize the distortion. — Paul A. Cohen

In the eyes of others, we're often not who we imagine ourselves to be. — Gilly Macmillan

May the Lord array thee in the garment of salvation and surround thee with the cloak of happiness. — Pope Alexander VI

Gloria watched the swollen white orb of a hot-air balloon rising over Navy Pier and knew she had to break it off with Oliver, for he was the type who would never enjoy hot-air balloons, Van Morrison songs, or mess, whether from orgasm or otherwise. But who was she to be dreaming about mess today? — Andrea Kayne Kaufman

Do you mind if we stop at the Hip Hop Shop? Bess asked pleadingly. — Carolyn Keene