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Quotes from Degrees: Thought Capsules and Micro Tales — Vanna Bonta

1958–2014 Italy

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Fear plants the whisper to beware but doesn't look to see who's there.

Degrees: Thought Capsules and Micro Tales (1989)

The news is disease in disguise pretending to be information.

Degrees: Thought Capsules and Micro Tales (1989)

Fame is not the glory; virtue is the goal, and Fame only a messenger to bring more to the fold.

Degrees: Thought Capsules and Micro Tales (1989)

Popularity is not an indication of quality.

Degrees: Thought Capsules and Micro Tales (1989)

Some things can never be explained. Like the summer Jim died and they called his name the next year in class and he didn't answer.

Degrees: Thought Capsules and Micro Tales (1989)

When we love there is no reason why.

Degrees: Thought Capsules and Micro Tales (1989)

Love is the eternal first breath.

Degrees: Thought Capsules and Micro Tales (1989)

She listened to him all night and he found her fascinating.

Degrees: Thought Capsules and Micro Tales (1989)

In her heart she harbors hatred for me, but it would ruin the game if we didn't have tea. The words slither out laced with venom so vile it would pucker my face but she says it and smiles.

Degrees: Thought Capsules and Micro Tales (1989)

Little did the artist know, who neglected his appearance in favor of his work, that the years would produce a breed that spent hours meticulously acquiring a neglected look to appear like an artist.

Degrees: Thought Capsules and Micro Tales (1989)

People who worship only themselves get a slick, polished look -- like monuments. Too bad they had to go so soon.

Degrees: Thought Capsules and Micro Tales (1989)

Within me, and in others, what I seek to know is the darkness and the glory of all humanity. My vulnerability leads me to Truth, which is the ultimate defense."

Degrees: Thought Capsules and Micro Tales (1989)

The body knows no pain, not like the soul. At least a nerve has limits, a body part a name. But the soul … the soul … There is no bandage -- even crying is in vain.

Degrees: Thought Capsules and Micro Tales (1989)

Evil's last voice croaked to me, "How did you know I was only bluffing?" Because he wept. Because he wept.

Degrees: Thought Capsules and Micro Tales (1989)

Harmony, rhythm, concision, concinnity are all elements that are epitomized in poetry. Cultivated in poetry, which is the nucleus of the creative impulse, these elemetns serve every art form: acting a character, writing a novel, creating music, dance, sculpture, painting."

Degrees: Thought Capsules and Micro Tales (1989)

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Quotes and notes from Wikiquote: Vanna Bonta (page history), available under CC BY-SA 4.0.