Vicchio Quotes & Sayings

I want your most vital organ. I want it to be mine. — Coco J. Ginger

Let us watch the kiddo. We're her godparents, right?' He held up a hand, keeping me from answering. 'I mean, I know you haven't decided yet, but we'd be way better than Chloe and Bennett because let's be real: they're assholes. — Christina Lauren

I guess because it feels more open, but I think being married is way sexier, because it's really like your soul partner in a permanent fashion, and then you strive for it to be something permanent, and that type of commitment and trust, if you can achieve it, is so good for the soul. — Leelee Sobieski

No one in the modern world is more lonely than the writer with a literary conscience. — Ellen Glasgow

One loves art more than life; it's better than life, don't you think, Ali? It doesn't disappoint so," she sighed. "It's not so frightening," she said, her eyes filled with terror. — Carole Maso

Twelve significant photographs in any one year is a good crop. — Ansel Adams

For me, it doesn't matter how difficult something is, it doesn't matter how impressive it is, it's what sounds best that really counts. — Dave Navarro

Poets are far rarer birds than kings. — Ben Jonson

Wesley: To the pain means the first thing you will lose will be your feet below the ankles. Then your hands at the wrists. Next your nose. The next thing you will lose will be your left eye followed by your right.
Prince Humperdink: And then my ears, I understand let's get on with it.
Wesley: WRONG. Your ears you keep and I'll tell you why. So that every shriek of every child at seeing your hideousness will be yours to cherish. Every babe that weeps at your approach, every woman who cries out, "Dear God! What is that thing," will echo in your perfect ears. That is what to the pain means. It means I leave you in anguish, wallowing in freakish misery forever. — William Goldman

The difference between us and Jesus Christ is that He had to do it perfectly so that we wouldn't have to. — Kassi Pontious

Mend your speech a little, Lest you may mar your fortunes. — William Shakespeare