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Bathsheba! to whom none ever said scat- No worthier cat Ever sat on a mat, Or caught a rat. Requiescat!
Take a bite and I am positive you will be shouting out oh how scrumdiddlyumptious this wonderveg is!
Hic scientia finit: Knowledge Stops Here.
Who can ever be alone for a moment in Italy? Every stone has a voice, every grain of dust seems instinct with spirit from the Past, every step recalls some line, some legend of long-neglected lore.
Come t'e' picciol fallo amaro morso! Dante. What grievous pain a little fault doth give thee!
Fiorito has all the right stuff. His splendid memoir about his relationship with his dying father belongs on that small shelf with Philip Roth's Patrimony and Frank McCourt's Angela's Ashes.
To Hell with the cherub! roared Comandante Marescotti.
Repetita iuvant. Italy, a land of great saints, poets, sailors, artists, statesmen, businessmen, lawyers, intellectuals, professors, journalists, whores, gangsters, religious parasites and dickheads.
Rumo!" said Rumo.
"That's right!" Smyke exclaimed. "You Rumo, me Smyke."
"You Rumo, me Smyke." Rumo repeated eagerly.
"No, no." Smyke chuckled.
Dominic Chocolate!!!
Calamus fortior gladio.
The German word for tatting is Schiffchenarbeit meaning 'the work of the little boat
This is where the privileged send their screwed-up progeny; no gluing macaroni to construction paper for us." He paused meaningfully. "They only let us CREATE with RICCIOLINI here."
"I don't even know what that is."
"It's very fancy, I assure you
Hey, Salvo," asked Max when they had almost fallen asleep. "May I write your story?"
"Don't you dare, amico" was Salvatore's reply. "Kindly come up with your own storia, young Massimo. If you take mine, I'll have none left of my own
Fantastique, 'Dream of a Witches' Sabbat'. "Though
It took me twenty years to get Steven Parrino's work. From the time I first saw his art, in the mid-eighties, I almost always dismissed it as mannered, Romantic, formulaic, conceptualist-formalist heavy-metal boy-art abstraction.
Arma virumque cano ... "
*Literally: "I sing of arms and man".
I sing the praises of a man's stuggles
We must scrunch or be scrunched.
Dorkangelo" - Marc Hunter
What is a potto?"
"It is a little furry creature that sleeps all day with its head between its legs and then walks about very, very slowly all night, high in the trees, slowly eating leaves and creeping up on birds as they roost and eating them too.
So Scheherazade began.
What does Karl Marx put on his pasta? Communist Manipesto!
Go to hell, Giovanni."
"Tesoro, take a good look at me. You've already put me there.
Ognuno sta solo sul cuor della terra
trafitto da un raggio di sole:
ed e subito sera
Everyone stands alone at the heart of the world,
pierced by a ray of sunlight,
and suddenly it's evening
'Shkoff' is to eat. 'Shkiaff' is to slap. Like, 'Gettouttahere I'm gonna give you a couple of shkiaffs,' or, 'Forget presentation, just shkiaff the food onto the plate.'
I am a pupil of Pissarro.
Sustainable scallops with a mirepoix of carrots, celeriac, shallots, and bell peppers and a sesame oil dressing. The recommended accompanying beverage is pinot gris.
The Silver Spoon, the best-selling Italian cookbook of the last 50 years.
Don't "but" me, Glokta!' hissed Sult. 'Don't you dare "but" me, not today! You're not half as crippled as you could be! Not half as crippled, you understand?
Barber!" "Adagio for Strings,
Lestat: Toughen up baby. I'm looking for the eternal scum.
Wer rastet, rostet - what rests, rusts.
Oh dear, is that a skunk?" Leonora asked.
"No," Alessandro gasped in horror. "No the smelly cat!"
"I've told you, Alessandro darling, they aren't cats."
"They look like cats. Like the big fluffy cat she's been stepped on and flattened to a big fluffy pancake cat," Alessandro argued.
You cannot resist the encanto!
Ritual of the Ashes," the Occitan prayer of the dead, which
Be circumspect how you offend schollers, for knowe, a serpent tooth bites not so ill, as dooth a schollers angrie quill.
You are a hole in my life, a black hole. Anything I place there cannot be returned. I miss you terribly. Ci vedremo lassu, angelo.
I love you, Sir Marco!
Scurrility has no object in view but incivility; if it is uttered from feelings of petulance, it is mere abuse; if it is spoken in a joking manner, it may be considered raillery.
An Aesthetic Saint
See, my strumpf is in my hair. Now, I don't know what strumpf means. It's just a term some brothas gave me.
You know, people come to Italy for all sorts of reasons, but when they sat, it's for the same two things."
"What?"
"Love and gelato.
Scatterbrain is one of those harmless little words you use a million times ... Then it turns up in a crime scene description.
Slattern! What a wonderful new word. 'Slattern,' I murmur appreciatively to Patricia.
'Yes, slattern,' Bunty says firmly. 'That's what she is.'
'Not a slut like you then?' Patricia says very quietly. Loud enough to be heard, but too quiet to be believed.
Mark Knopfler has an extraordinary ability to make a Schecter Custom Stratocaster hoot and sing like angels on a Saturday night, exhausted from being good all week and needing a stiff drink.
My name actually is Francesco Castaluccio.
For sondry scoles maken sotile clerkis;
Womman of manye scoles half a clerk is.
Ricorda, se hai bisogno di una mano la troverai alla fine del tuo braccio.
Remember, if you need a hand you'll find it at the end of your arm.
You find me at work; excuse the dust on my blouse. I sculpt my marble myself.
The Italians even have a word for the mark left on a table by a moist glass (culacino) while the Gaelic speakers of Scotland, not to be outdone, have a word for the itchiness that overcomes the upper lip just before taking a sip of whiskey. (Wouldn't they just?) It's sgriob.
Sleep, ladies. I will be your St. Florian." Tomaso
I listen to Morricone, the famed Italian film composer, while I'm working.
I assure you, my friends, I am cone sold stober.
Opto Civitas." "I choose civility. That's the new me,
When we go somewhere in New York, I'm known as Mr. Savini.
The scaffold is the accomplice of the executioner; it devours, it eats flesh, it drinks blood; the scaffold is a sort of monster fabricated by the judge and the carpenter, a spectre which seems to live with a horrible vitality composed of all the death which it has inflicted.
Deliberando saepe perit occasio [The opportunity often slips away while we deliberate on it].
Illegitimi non carborundum --don't let the bastards grind you down
Italians love sun, sin, and spaghetti.
The smylere with the knyf under the cloke.
Nothing so fretful, so despicable as a Scribbler, see what I am, and what a parcel of Scoundrels I have brought about my ears, and what language I have been obliged to treat them with to deal with them in their own way; - all this comes of Authorship.
Bassist Steve Uccello's Symmetria is filled with cool and unique sounds, textures, and musical ideas, evoking an imagined atmosphere of open spaces influenced by Ry Cooder's desert dusty roads as much as anything a bassist could conjure up. It fits a mellow, contemplative mood perfectly.
Snooty high heels.
I need only you, Milano, not your money.
Ego non baptiso te in nomine ... but make out the rest yourself.
A scatterbrain is one who never has an unspoken thought.
I was so skinny, they gave me the nickname stechetto - the stick. I was tall, thin, ugly and dark like an Arab girl. I looked strange. All eyes. No flesh on my bones.
Fallaces sunt rerum speciaes. The appearances of things are deceptive.
South.
'But no name?,
'No, Guido. But I'll keep
Le spine della rosa sono nacoste dal fiore: the thorns of the rose are hidden by the bloom.
SCARAMOUCHE Rafael
Samassi Abou don't speak the English too good.
Fancy me between Scylla and Charybdis.
I want to be inside Nic Pizzolatto's brain.
Cesky Krumlov, the little jewel box of a city in southern Bohemia.
The scatterbrain,
is a little like,
the patter of rain.
Neither here,
nor there,
but everywhere.
Che sanza speme vivemo in disio.
That without hope we live in desire.
Star canto: star speaks light, and world to world
Repeats the passage of the universe
To God; the name of Christ
the one great word
Well worth all languages in earth or heaven.
Oggi uccidiamo, domani moriremo, he said, his gloved hand making the sign of the cross. Today we kill, tomorrow we die.
In 1987, I had no idea who Steven Isserlis was. We met at the Spoleto Festival in Charleston, South Carolina. It was originally just an Italian summer festival, but for the past 14 years, there's also been a spring festival in America.
Si monumentum requiris circumspice
(If you seek his monument, look around.)
[Epitaph on Wren's tomb in St. Paul's Cathedral]
sunt lacrimae rerum, "There are tears in things.
Nunc scio quit sit amor." Lat., "Now I know what love is.
What the fuck is a scone?
It's Irish, I think, for stale bread.
Cagliari central defender Comunardo Niccolai became celebrated for his ability to score bizarre own goals in the 1960s, so much that self inflicted problems in general are often referred to as 'Niccolai-like'.
Catholic ritual of Sancta Missa: " 'Come in haste to assist them, you saints of God. Come in haste to meet them, you angels of the Lord. Enfold in your arms these souls, and take your burden heavenward to the most high.
At some point the talk got heated, and Paolo called Mother a strumpet, for which Daddy was said to have stomped a serious mudhole in Paolo's ass.
This cocktail may be virgin, but you won't be after drinking it. Schisandra is a superberry, an adaptogen and ... an aphrodisiac.
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Hey Tony [Schiavone], I'm glad to see you back, especially after seeing your front.
If forced to choose, Giacometti once said, he would rescue a cat from a burning building before a Rembrandt.
Bel canto is to opera what pole-vaulting is to ballet.
the Roman satirical daily, Il Don Pirlone ('Mr Dickhead',
What kind of name is Paolo, anyway? I mean, this is America, for Pete's sake! YOUR NAME IS PAUL!!!
The Box, shuck-face, the Box!
Paola Calvetti takes readers on a delicious trip through Italy, books, letters and love, reminding us all of the joys of a completely compelling read."
Cathie Beck, author of Cheap Cabernet: A Friendship
You don't have to yell at me Schiavone. I'm not blind!
Stutter, stutter!
The most widely criticised singers in the history of opera, Maria Callas and Franco Corelli, happen also to be the best singers. I am honoured for being part of their group.
Quomondo sedet sola civitas. Vanity of vanities, all is vanity.