欧宝娱乐

“O guarda il demonietto! come fugge!”
― Lorenzo Da Ponte

“FIGARO. I鈥檇 say that the nonsense that finds its way into print only matters to the people who would like to ban it; that without the freedom to criticize, praise is meaningless”
― Pierre-Augustin Caron de Beaumarchais, The Barber of Seville / The Marriage of Figaro / The Guilty Mother

“FIGARO. Such a fantastic chain of events! How did it all happen to me? Why those things and not others? Who pointed them in my direction? Having no choice but to travel a road I was not aware I was following, and which I will get off without wanting to, I have strewn it with as many flowers as my good humour has permitted. But when I say my good humour, how can I know if it is any more mine than all the other bits of me, nor what this 鈥榤e鈥� is that I keep trying to understand: first, an unformed bundle of indefinable parts, then a puny, weak-brained runt, a dainty frisking animal, a young man with a taste for pleasure and appetites to match, turning his hand to all trades to survive鈥攕ometimes master, sometimes servant as chance dictated, ambitious from pride, hard-working from necessity, but always happy to be idle! An orator when it was safe to speak out, a poet in my leisure hours, a musician as the situation required, in love in crazy fits and bursts. I鈥檝e seen it all, done it all, had it all. Then the bubble burst and I was too disillusioned鈥� Disillusioned!”
― Pierre-Augustin Caron de Beaumarchais, The Barber of Seville / The Marriage of Figaro / The Guilty Mother

“When I sing, I'm no longer Ilaria Belmagio. I'm a princess or a revolutionary, I'm a milkmaid who's just had her heart broken---or a fairy who's lost her wand."
"Or a nightingale who's been found by a lost boy."
"Figaro," Ilaria said, naming the character. "Together, they help each other find their way home. I've always liked that story.”
― Elizabeth Lim, When You Wish Upon a Star

“You have a cat," she said, surprised. It was an odd-looking cat with no hair on its back and strange ears, but with beautiful green eyes focused on Charlotte. As soon as it saw that it had Charlotte's attention, it meowed several times with a soft, creaky voice, as if there was a lot it needed to tell her.
"I'd appreciate it if you didn't tell Frasier. She's absolutely no danger to those birds. She was a stray and badly burned behind Popcorn a few years ago. When she's not talking, she sleeps, mostly."
"What's her name?"
"Fig," Mac said. "Short for Figaro. Because she talks so much she's downright operatic."
"She's lovely." Her tragic beauty made Charlotte want to cry.”
― Sarah Addison Allen, Other Birds