amber {in the shadow of za'ha'dum}: Italy is a dream that keeps returning for the rest of your life
amber {in the shadow of za'ha'dum}: Rome was a poem pressed into service as a city
amber {in the shadow of za'ha'dum}: It is the city of mirrors, the city of mirages, at once solid and liquid, at once air and stone
amber {in the shadow of za'ha'dum}: just another gorgeous street in Rome
amber {in the shadow of za'ha'dum}: One of the most important days of my life was when I learned to ride a bicycle
amber {in the shadow of za'ha'dum}: O Rome! my country! city of the soul!
amber {in the shadow of za'ha'dum}: there is no half-way house between Rome and Reason
amber {in the shadow of za'ha'dum}: Rome has not seen a modern building in more than half a century. It is a city frozen in time
amber {in the shadow of za'ha'dum}: Italy, and the spring and first love all together should suffice to make the gloomiest person happy
amber {in the shadow of za'ha'dum}: I GOT YER ROASTED CHESTNUTS RIGHT HERE
amber {in the shadow of za'ha'dum}: You may have the universe if I may have Italy
amber {in the shadow of za'ha'dum}: Travel and change of place impart new vigor to the mind
amber {in the shadow of za'ha'dum}: Days of wine and roses
amber {in the shadow of za'ha'dum}: the garden of good and evil
amber {in the shadow of za'ha'dum}: “Before all else, be armed.”
amber {in the shadow of za'ha'dum}: Joey, do you like movies about gladiators?
amber {in the shadow of za'ha'dum}: And when it has gone past me I will turn to see fear's path
amber {in the shadow of za'ha'dum}: Bittersweet October. The mellow, messy, leaf-kicking, perfect pause between the opposing miseries of summer and winter
amber {in the shadow of za'ha'dum}: In Rome you long for the country; in the country - oh inconstant! - you praise the distant city to the stars
amber {in the shadow of za'ha'dum}: Anywhere is paradise; it's up to you
amber {in the shadow of za'ha'dum}: I would rather sit on a pumpkin, and have it all to myself, than be crowded on a velvet cushion
amber {in the shadow of za'ha'dum}: I will love the light for it shows me the way. Yet I will endure the darkness for it shows me the stars