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Christophe's smile was a marvel of edged sweetness. When he grinned like that he looked handsomer than ever, the hint of danger just about threatening to stop a girl's heart.
And just what is Antoine Roquentin? An abstraction. A pale reflection of myself wavers in my consciousness. Antoine Roquentin . . . and suddenly the "I" pales, pales, and fades out. Lucid,
Ulick Norman Owen.
Yves Saint Laurent is a young man of excellent taste; the more he copies me the more taste he displays.
On the justice of the cause of Prince Edouard, adding insurances of greatest sincerity to help it and support it and give him on all occasions of the marks of the same feelings as I have for the King his father.
An Aesthetic Saint
I'm a little distracted by this English French American Boy Masterpiece.
his son in Paris and left a message with
Beaujolais is so underrated.
NEXT LIFE. My embroidery studio on the main street of Bayeux will be just one part of my Institute of Slow Information. I will also teach letter writing, listening, miniature portrait painting, and the art of doing one thing at a time.
I felt like Frederic Moreau arriving late and uninvited at Monsieur Dambreuse's elite salon in Flaubert's Sentimental Education - a
Cezanne is the Christopher Columbus of a new continent of form.
I dunno Lloyd, the French are assholes.
I think Lafayette wants to rap in French now. I have to go learn some French.
Damn it, Lafayette
Cecil Jacobs is a big wet hen!
Atticus, ixnay issingpay off the oppercay.
Ast year's Best-Sex-Scene-in-a-film winner Vince Voyeur's real name turns out to be John LaForme. Rhetorical Q.: How, if one's real name was John LaForme, could that person possibly feel the need for a nom de guerre?
Farewell Gaultier!! Preteporte will miss you! 4 ever
Montaigne [puts] not self-satisfied understanding but a consciousness astonished at itself at the core of human existence.
You must all know about Bourgain, so I don't have to write his name on the board-for an obvious reason.
your uncle Geoffrey.
Jean Alesi is 4th and 5th.
Pierre's insanity consisted in the face that he did not wait, as before, for personal reasons, which he called people's merits, in order to love them, but love overflowed his heart, and loving people without reason, he discovered the unquestionable reasons for which it was worth loving them.
Gustave's last years are arid and solitary. He
None will ever be true Parisian who has not learned to wear a mask of gaiety over his sorrows ...
Please tell me your master isn't Aeolus."
"That airhead?" Favonius snorted. "No, of course not."
"He means Eros." Nico's voice turned edgy. "Cupid, in Latin."
Favonius smiled. "Very good, Nico di Angelo. I'm glad to see you again, by the way. It's been a long time.
One is too taken up with all that one sees and hears in Paris, however strong one is, and what I do here [in Etretat] will at least have the merit of being unlike anyone else, at least I believe so, because it will simply be the expression of what I, and only I, have felt.
Il faut e pater le bourgeois. One must astound the bourgeois.
We do not precisely enjoy liberty at the Figaro. M. de Latouche, our worthy director (ah! you should know the fellow), is always hanging over us, cutting, pruning, right or wrong, imposing upon us his whims, his aberrations, his fancies, and we have to write as he bids ...
Not that he had any pleasure in Jean-Christophe's anger; on the contrary, it made him unhappy - but he felt his power by making Jean-Christophe suffer. He was not bad; he had the soul of a girl.
Yves. You are goint to love him all over again when you meet him, believe me. You're married.'
'I'm what? But I can't be more than eighteen!'
'My son is very persuasive,' said Saul proudly.
It is not in Montaigne, but in myself, that I find all that I see in him.
Many years ago, I contracted an intimacy with a Mr. William Legrand. He was of an ancient Huguenot family, and had once been wealthy; but a series of misfortunes had reduced him to want.
(Claude and Marcel LeFever were speaking in French. This simultaneous English translation is being beamed to the reader via literary satellite.)
George P. A. Healy; I knew no one in France, I was utterly ignorant of the language, I did not know what I should do when once there; but I was not yet one-and-twenty, and I had a great stock of courage, of inexperience - which is sometimes a great help - and a strong desire to be my very best.
Kindly go to Hell!
(Lestat to Oncle Julien's ghost)
Drive him fast to his tomb. This, from Jacques.
If you watch Olivier's interviews, he has this reptilian tongue; it seems too big for his mouth. My pursuit of that became distracting, so I let it go. The thrill was finding the right pair of glasses.
If I fall asleep, it is because I am overloaded. I sleep because one hour with Henry contains five years of my life, and one phrase, one caress answers the expectations of a hundred nights. When I hear him laugh, I say, "I have heard Rabelais.". And I swallow his laughter like bread and wine.
I would've liked to have been Poussin, if I'd had a choice, in another time.
Arden Banks The Timer
Monsieur Saint Laurent was pathologically shy, and he made the Saint Laurent woman in his own image. Like her, I am shy. And to protect myself, I adopted something of an androgynous look, just as his women did.
French name, English accent, American school. Anna confused.
Ah, Houellebecq. I've only read him in English translations so I'm sure I'm not getting the full greatness of his work, but golly, he writes better sex scenes than anyone else alive.
Frances is a diamond, passed from filthy paw to paw but never diminished. The men who handle her can leave no mark because her worth is far above them. (page 361)
Susan Sontag: What she really wanted, throughout her career, was to grow up to be a Frenchman.
Auguste preferred women. He told me I would grow into it. I told him that he could get heirs and I would read books. I was ... nine? Ten? I thought I was already grown up. The hazards of overconfidence.
Comte de la Fere, Touching Some Events Which Passed in France Toward the End of the Reign of King Louis XIII and the Commencement of the Reign
A noble pair of brothers.
[Lat., Par nobile fratum.]
The only way to stop Thierry Henry? With a gun!
I am the president of the youth of France.
From all my talks with Henri, even the most cordial, I have always left with a slight taste of defeat; of also having been, somehow inadvertently, not a man to him, but an instrument in his hands.
His name was Theo.
The greatest of all French critics, and possibly the greatest European critic since Aristotle .
In movies, there are some things the French do that Americans are increasingly incapable of doing. One is honoring the complexities of youth. It's a quiet, difficult undertaking, requiring subtlety in a filmmaker and perception and patience from us.
He has 'le coeur comme un artichaud'. Eddy fumbled for her high school French. 'A heart like an artichoke?' 'Oui. He has a leaf for everyone, but makes a meal for no one.
[On Napoleon assuming power in France:] The time of Fable is over, the time of History has begun.
He loved her in spite of her unlovableness. Armande had many trying, thought not necessarily rare, traits, all of which he accepted as absurd clues in a clever puzzle.
Did he so often lodge in open field, In winter's cold and summer's parching heat, To conquer France, his true inheritance?
There once was a man called Rousseau who wrote a book containing nothing but ideas. The second edition was bound in the skins of those who laughed at the first.
The thing that's wrong with the French is that they don't have a word for entrepreneur
I'm not sure what's more worrying. The list of demands or the fact he seems unaware the French stopped using francs in the last century and that Africa is a continent?" - Jerome
Previously, when I began to write this tale, I set out by saying that Mlle. Claude was a whore. She is a whore, of course, and I'm not trying to deny it, but what I say now is
if Mlle. Claude is a whore then what name shall I find for the other women I know?
Sex was like money in the bank; if you made regular and sizable deposits, you earned more interest. Jean-Claude had earned a lot of interest over the years.
I was saying to him only yesterday: 'You are imprudent, M. le Comte; for when you go to Auteuil and take your servants the house is left unprotected.' 'Well,' said he, 'what next?' 'Well, next, someday you will be robbed."
"What did he say?"
"He quietly said: 'What do I care if I am?
Joy is my character,
tis the fault of Voltaire.
Misery is my trousseau,
tis the fault of Rousseau.
Gavroche
Quid rides? Mutato nomine et de te fabula narrator. [Why do you laugh ? Change only the name and this story is about you.]
The fascinated loathing which he (Jean Lorrain) cultivated for the decadence of fin de siecle Paris has a good deal of envy and ardent desire in it; in the words of Hubert Juin, he 'loved his epoch to the point of detestation.'
(Introduction: "The Life And Career Of Jean Lorrain)
Those of us of a certain age will recognize the shock that Marcel felt when he entered the main salon and saw his fellow guests for the first time after the passage of years. At first he thought it was a fancy-dress ball.
Asking Jean-Claude not to be a pain in the ass was like asking rain not to be wet. Why try?
I may be French, but I'm playing for Arsenal.
nothing more than his favorite image of himself. The mirror in my room in the Windsor Hotel in Paris reflected my favorite image of me - a darkly handsome young airline pilot, smooth-skinned, bull-shouldered and immaculately groomed. Modesty is not one of my virtues.
for the French clergy,
Henri the painter was not French and his name was not Henri. Also he was not really a painter. Henri has so steeped himself in stories of the Left Bank in Paris that he lived there although he had never been there.
He has to perfection, M. le Comte, the art of living his private life with as much public attention as possible.
On to some juicy French philosophical sex-killing murder-suicide cannibal thing. You?"
"Still the controversial Hungarian breast-cancer radioactive seed implant treatment thing. I adore you."
"Je t'adore aussi. Call me. Bye."
"Bye.
My beautiful Ivey.
Jed Perl writes precisely and ecstatically. Antoine' s Alphabet is a history and a fairy tale, a work of criticism, and a work of art.
Insofar as it is possible to divide people in categories, the surest criterion is the deep-seated desires that orient them to one or another lifelong activity.Every Frenchman is different. But all actors are similar.
I am the most un-French Frenchman you will ever meet.
He had one illusion - France; and one disillusion - mankind, including Frenchmen.
Aujourd'hui, rien.
That's what Louis XVI wrote in his diary on the day of the storming of the Bastille.
Madame Maxime entered
Make-Out McGuire
Frances is feeling a familiar yet unnameably old feeling. One she hadn't known was ever hers to forget. Happiness.
People know that I have a great love for cinema. Not just for commercial cinema, but for the 'cinema d'auteur.' But to me, two of the great 'auteurs' are actually actors and they both happen to be French. One is Alain Delon and the other is Jean-Paul Belmondo.
You are the eternal France, I love you.
Apelles used to paint a good housewife on a snail, to import that she home-keeping.
A one woman cabaret of emotional impressionism
He had come abroad to enjoy the Flemish painters and all others; but what fair-tressed saint of Van Eyck or Memling was so interesting a figure as Madame de Mauves?
He despises what he sought; and he seeks that which he lately threw away.
[Lat., Quod petit spernit, repetit quod nuper omisit.]
Only think that I am now writing in a room full of Claudes ... almost of the summit of my earthly ambitions.
I imagine that it will not be easy to persuade Mortmain into a bonnet," Magnus observed. "Though the color would be fetching on him."
Henry burst into laughter. "Very droll, Mr. Bane."
"Please, call me Magnus."
"I shall!
To Monsieur Eiffel the Engineer, the brave builder of so gigantic and original a specimen of modern Engineering from one who has the greatest respect and admiration for all Engineers including the Great Engineer the Bon Dieu.
This is beautiful." Eugenie ran her fingers along a massive mahogany sideboard, on the top of which rested a red velvet sash with fine embroidery on it and, on top of the sash, a silver dagger. That little vignette was Jean Lafitte in a nutshell. Refined gentleman and renegade. Velvet and violence.
Cezanne was fated, as his passion was immense, to be immensely neglected, immensely misunderstood, and now, I think, immensely overrated.
The absence of suffering, the satisfaction of one's needs and consequent freedom in the choice of one's occupation, that is, of one's way of life, now seemed to Pierre to be indubitably man's highest happiness.
Ethan knows more about himself than he ever wanted to know, and I know less than I should.
Look at me being all optimistic and shit.
Remy would be so proud.
Pity that child who was born near Rouen,
His only crime, to arrive deformed.