E.A. Bucchianeri Quotes
I know, not everyone will like what I write, but writing is not about trying to please everybody.
It’s an artist’s right to rebel against the world’s stupidity.
I love the longueurs of a book even if they seem pointless because you can get a peek into the author’s mind, a glimpse of their creative soul.
How often have the greatest thoughts and ideas come to light during conversations with the family over the evening dinner?
I beg you, help me, in angelic charity, Pray my efforts will reflect your mastery!
There are some things you can’t learn at any university, except for one, the University of Life... the only college where everyone is a permanent student.
Stop teasing you two, ” Suzy jumped in, “not all of Kathy’s ideas are wacky.”“Gee thanks. Was that supposed to be a compliment?
... a man doesn't like to have his ego popped, especially when he prides himself on his sagacity, and then to be proved wrong by a man who claims he doesn't know anything.
A mask you ask? Optional I find!Masks lend appeal of a mysterious kind.
If you want to keep people happy, just keep the food and entertainment rolling.
If that's the case, waiter, please bring me another piece of cake, " Gramps said as lunch was brought to the table, "I'm all for fighting tyranny and oppression.
Thought for the day: Twitter...140 character limit...must be a great tool for fortune cookie writers...
Democracy was supposed to champion freedom of speech, and yet the simple rules of table decorum could clamp down on the rights their forefathers had fought and died for.
If on thoughts of death we are fed, Thus, a coffin, became my bed.
Stay away from the underground lake I implore, The Siren will see you are heard of no more.
He offered his love ... she could not bother, She gives her love to the other! The other!
Yet, beauty cannot be forgotten, Eternal Wisdom can never die ...
The Scorpion?The Grasshopper?Which way will she go?
If Erik existed and lived life in despair, We wish him to know we are here and we care.
Has father from HeavenSent the Angel to me?
Have they known scorn like youFive cellars down?
No more can this Angel teach her, Yet, this guiding wing shall not forsake ...
Now Leroux, what think youOf this twist to the story?
Pity that child who was born near Rouen, His only crime, to arrive deformed.
Music helps to forgetThis forsaken tomb, That is my abodeCellars downFar belowUnder the ground, ...
Monsieur, you must be mad!Box Five can never be hadFor money, love or the world ...
... the lofty mind of man can be imprisoned by the artifices of its own making.
It was only high school after all, definitely one of the most bizarre periods in a person’s life. How anyone can come through that time well adjusted on any level is an absolute miracle.
The most beautiful moments always seemed to accelerate and slip beyond one’s grasp just when you want to hold onto them for as long as possible.
You know something is wrong when the government declares opening someone else’s mail is a felony but your internet activity is fair game for data collecting.
...they say if you don't vote, you get the government you deserve, and if you do, you never get the results you expected.
... the vintage of history is forever repeating ~ same old vines, same old wines!
Isn't it strange how people are selective about the truth the want to see or hear?
(Marlowe's) Faustus stubbornly reverts to his atheistic beliefs and continues his elementary pagan re-education ~ the inferno to him is a 'place' invented by men.
Thus, Marlowe posed the silent question: could aspiring Icarus be happy with a toilsome life on land managing a plough with plodding oxen having once tasted the weightless bliss of flight?
There was something melancholic about that symbol of their nation's promise of freedom, a bell with a chipped mouth and cleft body.
