Am wenigsten / Least Beste / Best Essen / Food Italien / Italy Mittelalterlich / Medieval Nummer / Number Schönheit / Beauty Stadt / City Touristen / Tourists
Beauty fades! I just turned 29, so I probably don't have that many good years left in me.
I am leaving the town to the invaders: increasingly numerous, mediocre, dirty, badly behaved, shameless tourists.
I mean the terrorists are - are like a pimple, like a boil. They'll go away.
Before you can write a novel you have to have a number of ideas that come together. One idea is not enough.
I will fight to the last breath, even though my family cowers in terror in the palace.
My mama always used to tell me: 'If you can't find somethin' to live for, you best find somethin' to die for.'
For my last meal, I'd want an Irish breakfast with soda bread and one of my dad's omelettes with three or four eggs.
I have found a very great number of exceedingly beautiful theorems.
I can cope with a smack in the face, or at least I should be able to after the number I have had. This one was just run-of-the-mill for me.
