For at the end of the day, what matters is never the wine, it's always the moment; it's always the people.

I love these words that just can't be translated from language to language. They seem dignified, grounded, battling against the imperialism of reality.

We need to get acquainted with mediocrity to notice greatness.

Studying wine taught me that there was a very big difference between soil and dirt: dirt is to soul what zombies are to humans. Soil is full of life, while dirt is devoid of it.