Vittoriano Vigano Quotes & Sayings

Your fey cousin here has the miraculous ability to hold his liquor
and mine, and yours, and the king's, and half the country's, I expect. — Alethea Kontis

I love the French and Italian church paintings from the Middle Ages. But I'm also interested to learn more about who was the first to make the leap from religious art to secular. That couldn't have been a small feat. Who was brave enough to say, You know what? Enough of Jesus. I'mma paint me this here bowl of fruit and then I'mma paint my girlfriend ... naked! — Jen Lancaster

He looked as incongruous as a rose in a bowl of brussels sprouts. — Christopher Bram

Compound interest is the eighth natural wonder of the world and the most powerful thing I have ever encountered. — Albert Einstein

My plays are always pushing towards cinema anyway. They're down and dirty, real and more fun. — Martin McDonagh

I don't care what other people think. I don't think it matters. — John Malkovich

America, as everybody knows, is a country of many contradictions, and a big contradiction for a long time has been between a very aggressive form of capitalism and consumerism against what might be called a kind of moral or civic impulse. — David Foster Wallace

But when your situation is hopeless, all you can do is turn the world upside down, transform it according to your wishes, and create anew. — Fatema Mernissi

In the 1940s, cigarettes would be shown in classy situations, endorsed by celebrities - real A-list Hollywood stars in America - the ads would make claims about tobacco quality or manufacturing science and, bizarrely, some brands had what almost amounted to health claims. — Peter York

Sometimes he mulled over the idea that the next time the door opened he would take control of the family affairs as he had done in the past; these musings led him once more after such a long interval to conjure up the figures of the boss, the head clerk, the salesmen, the apprentices, the dullard of an office manager, two or three friends from other firms, a sweet and fleeting memory of a chambermaid in one of the rural hotels, a cashier in a milliner's shop whom he had wooed earnestly but too slowly- they all appeared mixed up with strangers or nearly forgotten people, but instead of helping him and his family they were each and every one unapproachable, and he was relieved when they evaporated. — Franz Kafka