Dr. Gonzo: Here's your half of the sunshine acid. EAT IT.
Raoul Duke: Madam, sir, baby, child, whatever.
Guests love to be 'wowed' in Las Vegas. They enjoy and embrace new tastes, new flavors, and they come to expect the unexpected in Las Vegas.
The key is falling in love with something, anything. If your heart's attached to it, then your mind will be attached to it.
I am very much a people person.
Notre rôle n’est pas d’être pour ou contre, il est de porter la plume dans la plaie.
No one has ever found a solution for not doing a fashion show.
Dime si la luz es el reino de lo oscuro como es la noche el día de los astros
Nunca dudes en tender la mano a quien lo necesita; nunca dudes en aceptar la que se te tiende
The only possible effect one can have on the world is through unpopular ideas.
Fashion has become so whatever. I don't think there are any stones left to unturn.
I never look at fashion magazines. I find them incredibly boring.
Hay relaciones en las que las palabras dice amistad, pero los ojos gritan romance.
Gentlemen, when the enemy is committed to a mistake we must not interrupt him too soon.
Most of the people nowadays send their things by internet. But I cannot work that way. I like to do it myself.
When you have a passion for something then you tend not only to be better at it, but you work harder at it too.
I am not interested in perfection, and neither are the women who wear my clothes.
Women, with their sure instincts, realized that my intention was to make them not just more beautiful but also happier.
—¡Oh, bravo! Oh, sí, oh, muy bien. Bien, bien, bien... Qué curioso... Realmente qué curioso... —Perdón —dijo Harry—. Pero, ¿qué es tan curioso? —Recuerdo cada varita que he vendido, Harry Potter. Cada una de las varitas. Y resulta qu...
Si una noche de invierno un viajero, fuera del poblado de Malbork, asomándose desde la abrupta costa sin temor al viento y al vértigo, mira hacia abajo donde la sombra se adensa en una red de líneas que se entrelazan, en una red de líneas que se ...
Il pleure dans mon coeur Comme il pleut sur la ville ; Quelle est cette langueur Qui pénètre mon coeur ? Ô bruit doux de la pluie Par terre et sur les toits ! Pour un coeur qui s'ennuie, Ô le chant de la pluie ! Il pleure sans raison Dans ce coeu...
