Argentina

​"One thing I like about Argentina, they only cook with salt; that's it."
Robert Duvall
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Australia

"I would rather have bowel surgery in the woods with a stick. If you are not stung or pronged to death in some unexpected manner, you may be fatally chomped by sharks or crocodiles, or carried helplessly out to sea by irresistible currents, or left to stagger to an unhappy death in the baking outback."
Bill Bryson, ​In A Sunburned Country
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​Austria

"Then she stood on tiptoe and kissed him sweetly on the lips. 'I promise you a love affair with a sun-bathed Austrian princess beyond anything you imagine - in love, in beauty, in intensity. A love that will power you to the end of our time together. you are going to be a fortunate man'."
Paul A. Myers, ​Vienna 1934: Betrayal at the Ballplatz
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Canada

"To survive the Canadian winter, one needs a body of brass, eyes of glass, and blood made of brandy."
Louis-Armand de Lom d'Arce de Lahontan

​Chile

"You can cut all the flowers but you cannot keep spring from coming."
Pablo Neruda
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​England

"This blessed plot, this earth, this realm, this England."
William Shakespeare, Richard II
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​France

"How can you govern a country which has two hundred and forty-six varieties of cheese?"
Charles de Gaulle
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​Germany

"A German wine label is one of the things life's too short for."
Sir Kingsley Amis
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​Italy

"We are all pilgrims who seek Italy."
Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
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New Zealand

"New Zealand is not a small country but a large village."
Peter Jackson
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​Portugal

"For each mouth, a different soup."
Portuguese Proverb
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Slovenia

​"We all belong to South Africa, and South Africa belongs to us all."
Oliver Tambo

South Africa

​"We all belong to South Africa, and South Africa belongs to us all."
Oliver Tambo
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Spain

​"I would sooner be a foreigner in Spain than in most countries. How easy it is to make friends in Spain!"
George Orwell, ​Homage to Catalonia
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Turkey

​"It's such a shame that we know so little about our own country, that we can't find it in our hearts to love our own kind."
Orhan Pamuk, ​Snow
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