E.A. Bucchianeri

There's nothing like a printed book; the weight, the woody scent, the feel, the look.

Love, like Fortune, favours the bold.

... you__l have to fall in love at least once in your life, or Paris has failed to rub off on you.

(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.

Isn't it strange how people are selective about the truth the want to see or hear?

... the vintage of history is forever repeating ~ same old vines, same old wines!

...they say if you don't vote, you get the government you deserve, and if you do, you never get the results you expected.

You know something is wrong when the government declares opening someone else__ mail is a felony but your internet activity is fair game for data collecting.

Love is supposed to be based on trust, and trust on love, it's something rare and beautiful when people can confide in each other without fearing what the other person will think.

You can kill a book quicker by your silence than by a bad review.

While she could hardly fathom what had just happened to her that night, she reached some conclusions before she fell asleep, certain things now made perfect sense; Moon River didn__ sound so syrupy, mistletoe wasn__ such a bad idea, and perhaps dating was not such a frivolous waste of time after all.

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.

The most beautiful moments always seemed to accelerate and slip beyond one__ grasp just when you want to hold onto them for as long as possible.

It was only high school after all, definitely one of the most bizarre periods in a person__ life. How anyone can come through that time well adjusted on any level is an absolute miracle.

... it__ a blessed thing to love and feel loved in return.

... the lofty mind of man can be imprisoned by the artifices of its own making.

Has father from HeavenSent the Angel to me?

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