E.A. Bucchianeri Quotes

... love for our neighbours does not die the minute we enter heaven, it intensifies.

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.

#Twitter: proudly promoting ghastly grammar and silly misspelling since 2006.

It was not curiosity that killed the goose who laid the golden egg, but an insatiable greed that devoured common sense.

...it’s just another one of those things I don’t understand: everyone impresses upon you how unique you are, encouraging you to cultivate your individuality while at the same time trying to squish you and everyone else into the same ridiculous mould. It’s an artist’s right to rebel against the world’s stupidity.

Have they known scorn like youFive cellars down?

She preferred the quiet solitary atmosphere, to create in her own world of paint and colour, the thrill of anticipating how her works would turn out as she eyed the blank sheets of paper or canvas before starting her next masterpiece. How satisfying it was to mess around in paint gear, without having to worry about spills, starch or frills, that was the life!

... an artist should paint from the heart, and not always what people expect. Predictability often leads to the dullest work, in my opinion, and we have been bored stiff long enough I think.

Music helps to forgetThis forsaken tomb,That is my abodeCellars downFar belowUnder the ground, ...

God Is, Lucifer is a devil, and there is a Hell.

To be, or not to be: what a question!

It was exciting to be off on a journey she had looked forward to for months. Oddly, the billowing diesel fumes of the airport did not smell like suffocating effluence, it assumed a peculiar pungent scent that morning, like the beginning of a new adventure, if an adventure could exude a fragrance.

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.

One piece of wisdom a writer quickly learns ~ typos keep you humble.

Liberace was certainly master and commander of the ivories ~ he is the only pianist I can watch or listen to without suffering a case of 'Stagefright Sympathy Sickness'.

Speed is not always a constituent to great work, the process of creation should be given time and thought.

Upon the publication of Goethe’s epic drama, the Faustian legend had reached an almost unapproachable zenith. Although many failed to appreciate, or indeed, to understand this magnum opus in its entirety, from this point onward his drama was the rule by which all other Faust adaptations were measured. Goethe had eclipsed the earlier legends and became the undisputed authority on the subject of Faust in the eyes of the new Romantic generation. To deviate from his path would be nothing short of blasphemy.

I beg you, help me, in angelic charity,Pray my efforts will reflect your mastery!

If you cannot judge a book by its cover, surely we should not judge an author by one book alone?

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?

... it’s a blessed thing to love and feel loved in return.

There are many forms of tyrants, but there are none so terrible as those stifling their own people in the name of freedom.

I am an artist you know ... it is my right to be odd.

What was that? Valentine's Day? Her heart gave a little skip at the thought, she had never spent it in a romantic way before, usually the day meant sending and receiving cute Cupid cards and heart shaped sugar candies, but it was all in a platonic celebration of friendship. This time, it would not be like that, it would be ... special.

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.

... how terrible is the pain of the mind and heart when the freedom of mankind is suppressed!

Stay away from the underground lake I implore,The Siren will see you are heard of no more.

Sweetheart, darling, dearest, it was funny to think that these endearments, which used to sound exceedingly sentimental in movies and books, now held great importance, simple but true verbal affirmations of how they felt for each other. They were words only the heart could hear and understand, words that could impart entire pentameter sonnets in their few, short syllables.

There was something melancholic about that symbol of their nation's promise of freedom, a bell with a chipped mouth and cleft body.

... 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.

While art thrives on the blazing colours of scandal, literature blossoms on the dark soil of tragedy.

No one messes around with a nerd’s computer and escapes unscathed.