Alessandro Quotes

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Lynsay Sands
“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.”
Lynsay Sands, The Reluctant Vampire

Federico Moccia
“Podría decirse que en el amor, el dolor es proporcional a la belleza de la historia que has vivido. Una buena máxima.”
Federico Moccia, Scusa ma ti chiamo amore

Sharon Ashwood
“You met over a pile of dead bodies mere days ago. Now he's carving little radish garnishes and humming to himself. It's creepy.”
Sharon Ashwood, Ravenous

Federico Moccia
“¿Y cómo consigues crear nada si destruyes y sofocas cualquier imprevisto? La creación nace de un rayo, de un error respecto al curso habitual de las cosas. No hacemos nada bien hasta que dejamos de pensar en el modo de hacerlo.”
Federico Moccia, Scusa ma ti chiamo amore

Alessandro Baricco
“It was surprising to think that in fact they were signs, that is, the ashes of an incinerated voice.

Bunların gerçekte yazı işaretleri, yani yanan bir sesin külleri olduklarını düşünmek inanılmaz bir şeydi.”
Alessandro Baricco, Silk

Sharon Ashwood
“I am old, not senile,”
Sharon Ashwood, Ravenous

Alessandro Baricco
“La vita vera è proprio quella che si spacca,quella vita su cento che alla fine si spacca...”
Alessandro Baricco

Sharon Ashwood
“He'd heard about Holly putting some magical whammy on him, bringing to life the legend of the Chosen that gave a vampire the power to exist on sexual energy rather than blood. Forced to have sex on a regular basis. Doctor's orders. Lucky bastard.
Sharon Ashwood, Scorched

Kate Forsyth
“Her papa called her 'chiacchere' because he said she chattered away all day, just like a magpie. He had all sorts of funny names for her: 'fiorellina', my little flower; 'abelie', which meant honeysuckle; and 'topolina', my sweet little mouse. Margherita's mother only called her 'piccolina', my little one, or 'mia cara Margherita,' my darling daisy.”
Kate Forsyth, Bitter Greens