“... a man doesn't like to have his ego popped, especially when he prides himself on his sagacity, and then to be proved wrong… — E.A. Bucchianeri Copy Share Image
“(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.” — E.A. Bucchianeri Copy Share Image
“If Erik existed and lived life in despair, We wish him to know we are here and we care.” — E.A. Bucchianeri Copy Share Image
“Isn't it strange how people are selective about the truth the want to see or hear?” — E.A. Bucchianeri Copy Share Image
“Thought for the day: Twitter...140 character limit...must be a great tool for fortune cookie writers...” — E.A. Bucchianeri Copy Share Image
“Righteous, I like that. Kinda fitting when you think about it. If we danced and shared music, we'd be too busy en-joy-in' life to… — E.A. Bucchianeri Copy Share Image
“I dispute the point that nuclear energy is 'clean' and 'cost-effective'. As I recall, when we first harnessed nuclear power it was to drop… — E.A. Bucchianeri Copy Share Image
“... a true friend has your best interests at heart and the pluck to tell you what you need to hear.” — E.A. Bucchianeri Copy Share Image
“Stop teasing you two,” Suzy jumped in, “not all of Kathy’s ideas are wacky.” “Gee thanks. Was that supposed to be a compliment?” — E.A. Bucchianeri Copy Share Image
“I have been told the best things in life are free ~ I found them very expensive.” — E.A. Bucchianeri Copy Share Image
“There was something melancholic about that symbol of their nation's promise of freedom, a bell with a chipped mouth and cleft body.” — E.A. Bucchianeri Copy Share Image
“When Hitler marched across the Rhine To take the land of France, La dame de fer decided, ‘Let’s make the tyrant dance.’ Let him… — E.A. Bucchianeri Copy Share Image
“Monsieur, you must be mad! Box Five can never be had For money, love or the world ...” — E.A. Bucchianeri Copy Share Image
“It was exciting to be off on a journey she had looked forward to for months. Oddly, the billowing diesel fumes of the airport… — E.A. Bucchianeri Copy Share Image
