the emperor had chewed off his balls and stuffed a one-way…

“My tongue tasted like a gladiator's jockstrap [Marcus Corvinus after a night out]”

— David Wishart

“If you are good you will know and if you are bad you will know. If you cannot recognise which one you are, you…

— Osunsakin Adewale

“Mr. Cupples came out of his reverie. "I think," he said, "I will have milk and soda-water." "Speak lower!" urged Trent. "The head-waiter has…

— Anonymous

“For God’s sake, man,” Ovid nearly shouted, “the damn globe is catching fire, and the islands are drowning. The evidence is staring them in…

— Barbara Kingsolver

“I spent the morning reading Ovid. I read differently now, more painstakingly, knowing I am probably revisiting the books I love for the last…

— Nicole Krauss

“Sweet Echo, sweetest nymph that liv'st unseen Within thy airy shell By slow Meander's margent green, And in the violet-imbroider'd vale Where the love-lorn…

— John Milton

Art is a way of penetrating and going deep into our unconscious and creating amazing worlds - as the Greeks did, if you like,…

— Steven Berkoff

“At some point in the evening Dellarobia had stopped being amazed that Ovid had turned into someone new, and understood he had become himself,…

— Barbara Kingsolver

“In trying to find out what Bruno thought of his priesthood, we now have a serious problem which we did not have before. In…

— John Bossy

“Not to waste the spring I threw down everything, And ran into the open world To sing what I could sing... To dance what…

— Roman Payne

“It’s Ovid. The most acceptable gifts . . . are the ones made precious by our love of the giver.”

— Lydia Kang

“He's at war with himself. Why doesn't he surrender to his feelings and stop fighting himself? He has hang-ups that I must cut him…

— Steven L. Sheppard

“Oh, is that right? You know, a lioness will protect her cub by baring her teeth, by roaring, using her claws to defend her…

— Steven L. Sheppard

“in Ovid, difficulty is what wakes up the genius (ingenium mala saepe movent),”

— Nassim Nicholas Taleb

Ovid lies here, the poet, skilled in love's gentle sport; By his own talents he worked his undoing. Oh, you who pass by, if…

— Ovid