“Whenever I see something on the menu I don’t recognize I order it. Life is just too short, you know? And when you get to the end of if, you might as well have tried everything on that goddamn menu. Otherwise, what’s the point?”
- Francesco (Mantua, Italy; October 2011).
“Come, gentle night, — come, loving black brow’d night,
Give me my Romeo; and when he shall die,
Take him and cut him out in little stars,
And he will make the face of Heaven so fine
That all the world will be in love with night,
And pay no worship to the garish sun.”
- Juliet, scene ii.