Quotes About Virgil

I who once played shepherds' songs and in my brash youth sang of you, O Tityrus, beneath the spreading beech.

Sweet Parthenope nourished me, flourishing in studies of ignoble ease.

The gates of hell are open, night and day; smooth the descent, and easy the way.

Amor vincit omnia, et nos cedamus amori. Love conquers all things, so we too shall yield to love.

She nourishes the poison in her veins and is consumed by a secret fire.

I was skateboarding on the levee and lost my edges," she said. "You were skateboarding?" She turned and looked at him and shook her head in exasperation: "No, you dummy, I fell. On the ice. On the sidewalk. Like old people do." Virgil: "Oh." She shook her head again. "Jesus wept.

VIRGIL HUNG UP and said to Stryker, "We started a prairie fire, boy. You're gonna be a hero." "Either that, or I'll be a farmer again

One of the girls said, "I think you should go now." Virgil stood

Le Café was crowded, for two o'clock on a chilly afternoon, but Gurney and Pendleton, two short men in late middle age, were willing to make some space in the work routine to talk to Virgil. They agreed that they knew Knox, who had patronized Le Café because, as a gay man, he felt more comfortable there than anywhere else in town

JENKINS AND VIRGIL walked back up the valley to the Ruff house, and found Muddy inside, tootling on a black electric guitar, a complex

the truck. Yael was waiting at the front bumper, and as he came up to her, a sheriff's patrol car turned off the road and onto the track and accelerated toward them. Virgil said to Yael, "He's been shot, but he'll live. For the time being, anyway. He says he doesn't know anything

truth, that he wasn't involved in the murder, but Virgil wasn't yet ready to label him nope. After a moment, Virgil said, "I'm going to hold you to that. Don't mess with Justin.

You got me all choked up, Johnson," Virgil said. "I'll make a note about it, you know, needing to kill somebody.

Fear is the proof of a degenerate mind.

It was not real. Jack looked around and thought that the Inferno was not credible: not because the details of Hell were beyond the pale—they were—but because of the unshakable equanimity of Virgil.