Looking back on it, I should probably just have given the Nietzsche whip to Shaw as a gift for all his dangerous research. But it really did feel like a safe bet at the time to assume that those Brompton riders couldn’t jump high enough to break a window in the Johnson house.
—Val Warke, professor, Cornell University, USA

To be honest, I’d rather read a book by someone who was at least from Italy, spoke the language plausibly, and didn’t look like an idiot carrying a little treatise on the slopes.
—Nevio, taxi driver, Oulx, Italy