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I love Italian food but that's too generic a term for what's available now: you have to narrow it down to Tuscan, Sicilian, and so on.
The value of 'Made in Italy' must necessarily be up-to-date. This is the philosophy that Italia Independent has embraced. We decided from the outset to do away with stereotypes and attune ourselves to the extreme pace, to the incessant metamorphoses of the globalized world.
Che bella donna! Dove vai?" Beautiful woman, where are you going?
Whether a gastronomic tour of Italy, an elegant meal at the home of an Italian acquaintance, or "cooking Italian" back in one's own kitchen, the prospect is mouth-watering.
Viva Italia! Goodbye to all poor peoples everywhere! ... Pusha da button!
Let Toronto become Milan. Montreal will always be Rome.
Oh Rome! My country! City of the soul!
I'm not Italian, I am Neapolitan! It's another thing!
More and more, I am beginning to understand why every one who has ever accomplished anything really great and truly beautiful in the past has come to Italy - have lived here and stayed here until some of its imprint has enriched their souls.
We are offering to the American public a line of delicious Italian-American foods. They will be available through the Internet, shopping networks and national store distribution.
And I'm so obsessed with my pursuit of the perfect cappuccino that I spent $6,000 on an exquisite La Marzocco coffee machine, which I imported from Florence.
Italians love sun, sin, and spaghetti.
Who the *&^$* is "Paolo"?Paolo-- Daniel Way
When life gives you twists and turns, Chique Yourself Up in Italy!
Everything sounds better in Italian.
Even when it comes to zippers and buttons, Italy reigns supreme. The luxury market is ours, as demonstrated by the voracity with which various foreign conglomerates are buying up the jewels of our manufacturing sector.
Thou Paradise of exiles, Italy!
In hoc signo vinces
Venice once was dear,
The pleasant place of all festivity,
The revel of the earth, the masque of Italy.
The Mafia is a question every time an Italian raises his head.
I'm quite connected to Italy because of Italian Vogue shoots and the Pirelli calendar, so I have a love and appreciation for the culture.
I grew up in the Lower East Side, an Italian American - more Sicilian, actually.
People are very passionate in Italy. If you like something, you like something. If you hate something, you hate something. When you hate something, you are screaming.
I would like to get a house in Tuscany: aside from New York, cities do not appeal to me anymore.
As you may know, I was raised in an Italian Catholic family in Baltimore, Maryland.
You've got something that I don't have. Innocence. Ur eyes express it, & I can read everything in them". #MilanoVeneziani. #ItalianPassion
My family isn't really Italian. We're more like Olive Garden Italian.
When I think of Italy now, I think of accessories, possessions, bad TV, fake boobs, BMWs.
Naples was the great European metropolis where faith in technology, in science, in economic development, in the kindness of nature, in history that leads of necessity to improvement, in democracy, was revealed, most clearly and far in advance, to be completely without foundation.
Naples sitteth by the sea, keystone of an arch of azure.
Italy Is Made of Tuff Stuff
...the city of Naples was like this: wonderful from a distance, but when seen close up, it was fragmentary, indefinable, and coarse...
I've been buying the same lambrusco from Correggio [a town between Reggio-Emilia and Modena] since 1965.
There is something majestic in the bad taste of Italy.
I have a restaurant in Milan, and Paper Moon is five minutes away from my hotel, so I always go there for lunch. It's a casual place that serves good salad, pizza and pasta; the space is tight with tables close together, and it feels buzzy. Food comes out fast, too.
Graved inside of it, "Italy".
I hate and detest Sicily in so far as I love it, and in so far as it does not respond to the kind of love I would like to have for it.
There are two Venices I know about and one of them is a hotel in Vegas. The other is an L.A. beach where pretty girls walk their dogs while wearing as little as possible and mutant slabs of tanned, posthuman beef sip iced steroid lattes and pump iron until their pecs are the size of Volkswagens.
the splendid manhood and womanhood of Italy
Open my heart and you will see
Graved inside of it, "Italy".
Italy is famous for fashion, food, Ferrari, and furniture - furniture was a segment where the companies in the high end are all small.
Love and understand the Italians, for the people are more marvellous than the land.
When you come to Venice, you do special work.
The truth, the hope, of any time must be sought in the minorities. Michael Angelo was the conscience of Italy. We grow free with his name, and find it ornamental now, but in his own day his friends were few.
Going After Cacciato
It's in their modest home. You go into their kitchen and serve yourself. It's all homemade. It's authentic Italian.
I love Italian fashion - the sense of style that Italians have as part of their DNA. Nobody is like them.
I love places that have an incredible history. I love the Italian way of life. I love the food. I love the people. I love the attitudes of Italians.
Italia! O Italia! thou who hast The fatal gift of beauty.
[On Italy:] ... the country where kindness to strangers is a religion, you can't turn your head without seeing something beautiful, and you can't get a bad meal if you try.
Italian style is a natural attitude. It is about a life of good taste. It doesn't have to be expensive. Simple but with good taste. Luxury is possible to buy. Good taste is not.
I don't mind telling you in confidence that I am keeping in fairly close touch with that admirable Italian gentleman [Mussolini].
It is the house of my dreams. My Tuscan dream! [Every Italophile's dream]
My parents are Polish. I don't know anything about Italian-ness.
Italy in the Seventies seems like a fascinating place.
Rome is one of my favourite cities in the world.
Tiles, the best furniture, fabrics, bath fixtures, bronze - just leaf through any design magazine and you immediately understand they're all 'Made in Italy.' We have the premier opera house in the world, La Scala, and behind the Nobel given to CERN is the research of many Italians.
Wherever I go, I am Italian. The way I talk, the way I eat, the way femininity is important to me. The way I love Italian food.
I like Sicilian food. It's real peasant food.
You may have the universe if I may have Italy
Italy offers one the most priceless of all one's possessions - one's own soul.
In Italy, the Milanese are well organized but follow bourgeois taste. They adhere to certain codes of elegance, but not to individualism.
Elsewhere in Italy is the lovely city of Venice, which each year attracts millions of visitors despite the fact that it is basically an enormous open sewer..
My name actually is Francesco Castaluccio.
I moved to Milan when I was 15. I was always looking for something; I never really felt like I belonged where I was, so I went to live overseas.
I'm an Italian girl from the south who's very passionate.
This very Rome that we behold deserves our love ... : the only common and universal city.
Never trust an Italian. The Nazis did that, and look where it got them.
Venice is not only a city of fantasy and freedom. It is also a city of joy and pleasure.
To penetrate into Italy is like a most fascinating act of self-discovery-back, back down the old ways of time. Strange and wonderful chords awake in us, and vibrate again after many hundreds of years of complete forgetfulness.
Italian football is great but for me, for the style of player I am, I found it too tactical, too slow.
If I could live in one city and do every single thing I do there, I would choose Venice. You can't turn your head without seeing something amazing.
I am a sucker for those old traditional places, and Rome is as good as it gets, particularly when you throw in Italian food.
Rome is a city I love very much. I have lived there since I was a child.
Palermo was lovely. The most beautifully situated town in the world - it dreams away its life in the Conca d'Oro, the exquisite valley that lies between two seas. The lemon groves and the orange gardens were entirely perfect.
My family was all born in Sicily and I'm Italian-American. They're the real thing. They're authentic Italians, and honestly they're the most open-minded, nicest people in the world and nothing can really offend them. That's the way I think true Sicilians are.
I suppose that Italy must always lie like some lovely sunken island at the bottom of all passionate dreams, from which at the flood it may arise; the air of it is charged with subtle essences of romance. One supposes Italy must be organized for the need of lovers.
This place is full of shit. It's run by aliens from outer space. Sure, they make the food look Italian, they make it smell Italian, but it tastes like goo from Mars.
Midnight, and love, and youth, and Italy!
There is nothing like a fine Italian sound.
Whenever I can, in my study, on the subway, in bed before going to sleep, I immerse myself in Italian. I enter another land, unexplored, murky. A
Ubi amo, ibi patria. Where I love. there is my home.
My favorite thing is Spaghetti with white clam sauce anywhere on the Amalfi Coast or the Tuscan Coast.
I am very proud to be Italian.
Roseto Valfortore lies one hundred miles southeast of Rome in the Apennine foothills
I suppose my liking for Italy is partly atavism, my family are of the old Roman stock. They came from the Alps north of Venice.
Venice seems like a wonderful city in which to die a slow and alcoholic death, or to lose a loved one, or to lose the murder weapon with which the loved one was lost in the first place.
He's the Italian version of my father. I don't know if he's Italian or not.
We at Ferrari are a small, dynamic company, and we show what Italy can do.
Italians can never win from you, but you can lose to them.
(when asked about Ajax's chances in the 1995 Champs League final against AC Milan)
You people married to Italian men, you know what it's like.
Rome is stately and impressive; Florence is all beauty and enchantment; Genoa is picturesque; Venice is a dream city; but Naples is simply
fascinating.
Italy's siren call lures us more and more.
One of the great joys of traveling through Italy is discovering firsthand that it is, indeed, a dream destination.
Messina between the volcanoes, Etna and Stromboli, having known the death-agony's terror. I always dread coming near the awful place, yet I have found the people kind, almost feverishly so, as if they knew the awful need for kindness.
Report of fashions in proud Italy Whose manners still our tardy-apish nation Limps after in base imitation
There are still a lotta nice Sicilian boys in New Orleans. (A nonna's advice to a zitella.)
In the journey of the year, the autumn is Venice, spring is Naples, certainly, and the majestic maturity of summer is Rome.
Italy is divided between us and them, rich and poor, north and south, young and old, employed and unemployed.
Imagine," she said, after registering, "a whole city of gorgeous Italian guys. They can say anything to me, and it'll be sexy."
"You'll be so easy," Rashmi said. "Would you like-ah to order-ah the spa-ghe-tti? 'Oh, do me, Marco!