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(Who Did No Harm to No Man all the Dais of Her Life. Reader, Can You Say Lykewise?).
Juliette," I whisper. "My name is Juliette.
Megan Luisa Garcia
I WAS HERE
Right now I'm trying to do a fragrance called Natalie. She's very, very much alive for us.
Up next is Noelle.
'Hey, girl!'
'Don't you dare start calling me that. This is very nice of you to do.
Quid nomen tibi est? She was not about to offer her name up to a stranger. It was almost the only thing she possessed that nobody had stolen.
My little Jasnah, insufferable and wonderful.
Hey what's your name"
"Candi." She's hesitant, like that beaten dog Jade mentioned. "Candi Woodward."
"I'm Ayla Monroe."
She laughs uneasily. "I know."
"Out, Candi Cane," Jane orders.
What's she like?"
It was a question to breach a dam wall.
Jessica, who loves stories,
Renesmee was beautiful and gifted and unique - she was one of a kind.
Mr. Laurence. I have got a letter for the lady.
As for Toussaint, she venerated Jean Valjean and liked everything he did. One
Who is she, why is she still here and when can I see her naked? Paris asked with an eyebrow wiggle
Her name is Portia
In 'Laurence Anyways,' Nathalie Baye is Laurence's mother, and she is quite an awful mother. Still, she is the only one in the end who truly accepts her daughter.
From now on, she was Juliette Gervaise, code name the Nightingale.
Who's that little brunette?" Suzanne asked. "I hate little petite types. Gregory doesn't look right with someone petite. Little face, little hands, little dainty feet."
"Big boobs," Beth said, glancing up.
Unraveling the web of Penelope.
MARIE ,THE MADAM-She has the looks of Liz Taylor and the brains of a Wall Street broker. " We were lovers for a hot five minutes when I first hit the TL. Marie always liked a lot of diamonds,and I've always liked alot of girls. With that combination,we're better off as friends.
Suzanne... I have to go. I'm so sorry, love, but I'm leaving.
She has the care of a mother, the love of a sister, a prostitute in bed. Who is she?
Rachel The Huffington Post
It's all right," Jeanne was yelling. "Yeah, you heard me, it's all right! Delos isn't dangerous. Not to us, anyway. Come on, you, get out of there! What are you doing hiding behind that pig?
I am Graceful Gracious Grace
Petra Cecilia Maria Hermans
You are my life."
-Maris
MARIE [Alone, after apause.]
Whata bitch I am. I could stab myself. - Oh, what a world! Everything goes to hell anyhow, man and woman alike.
Penelope? Thank you. For not leaving me alone to deal with this . . . when things got hard. other people would have. You're a true friend.
Letty had barely touched her food. Javier stared down at her through a pair of aviator sunglasses. "You forgot something," she said. "What's that?" "My name. Who will they be expecting?" "Selena Kitt. S-E-L-E-N-A K-I-T-T. But you won't be carrying any identification.
A petite, absolutely delightful waitress who, like everyone else, doesn't speak one word of English. But her smile is multilingual.
Christophe, with the careful tone of an adult telling a kid not to pet the nice foaming-rabid pooch.
She knows her place in this world. She can tear down its walls, and still nobody knows her name. - Naomi
She has been bewitched by a wicked sorceress, and will not regain her beauty until she is my wife.'
'Does she say so? Well if you believe that you may drink cold water and think it bacon'.
The French woman says,
'I am a woman and a Parisienne,
and nothing foreign to me
appears altogether human.'
Holy crap. It's Juliet!
Elisa Albert in a nutshell: funny, self-aware, and genuinely fearless that she might be a lunatic, or a genius, or both.
I did my best Shirley Booth this morning, floppy slippers, housecoat, curlers, can of Little Friskies; "Come back, Little Sheba, come back ... " To no avail. Le chat, elle ne reviendra jamais, jamais ...
Janet who said excellent! in answer to everything and drank coffee from a pink mug that said Janet.
Franny Armstrong is a mother of three and a grandmother of four. Her husband supports her imagination and has the patience of a saint. She's been writing since she was a child, creating plays to act out in front of the neighborhood children.
Vas happening Selene?
corn maque choux. He
Cheyenne. Created from the finest Belgian lace over ivory sateen, it fit Anna like
Neither does she have a name
none that I could find even in my most persistent researches: Julian's gentle lady, I mean; she whom I sought and chased and wooed (as it were) down a warren of historical tunnels.
The girl was beautiful, her skin like fresh cream and her long hair so dark it seemed to suck the color out of everything it surrounded. She was small. French women all seemed to be small-boned bird creatures, delicate in a way Eby could never be.
My sister the nun, who wasn't going to wait for the bishop because she had an eighty-proof hangover,
Paul," I murmur, "call me by my name."
"You know I cannot."
"Just once. Just once I want to hear you say my name."
Paul brings his face close to mine, so close we are nearly touching. "Marguerite."
And we are lost.
You did not sell nor wanted to buy me Ice cream.
You gave me my most favourite flavour.
Petra Hermans
I wonder who you'll marry now, Esther.
This was Penelope, and this was love.
Miss Jean Louise, stand up. Your father's passin'.
My name is Anne; spelled with an e at the end." said Anne to Mrs. Thomas.
Nina, little red bird. Don't go.
The law. Lady Frances, is an uncertain animal. It has twists and turns that surprise the non-legal mind.
Who is Silvia What is she, That all our swains commend her Holy, fair, and wise is she.
Thank you for being here, my beauty. Mon ange. My Kate. Your utterly, Vincent.
Lydia. Beautiful. My everlasting dream.
It's always been you, Paige. I've waited my whole life for you. You're the air I breathe, my heart and soul. Without you, I'm in hell.
Have you ever been to Paris before?" I asked Kylian.
"No, though from what I've seen, I'm sure it's worth a trip. And even with what little I saw I think it's quite fitting for you to be the Patroness of Paris. You're like Paris and Paris is like you."
"Noisy?"
"A mystery.
This is Vee Gina.
Debussy
A pretty girl with one blue eye and one brown one.
The young can be very lovely, but the faces of the old can be truly beautiful. Every line and fold, every contour and wrinkle of Sister Monica Joan's fine white skin revealed her character, strength, courage, humanity and irrepressible humour.
Unyielding - Oh Norma Jeane leads a crazy life, you see - she has a former husband very jealous of her - he is her "ex" but he is
I can't divide Camille's loyalties. Who knows? He might make the wrong choice.
Be careful, mon bijou.
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?
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.
Pia. "Maybe I'm being paranoid."
"Paranoid is a lot better than stupid, sugar." Eva.
Mrs Poste, who had wished people to live beautiful lives and yet be ladies and gentlemen.
Helen, thy beauty is to me
Katherine. Pardonnez-moi, I cannot tell vat is like me.
KING HENRY. An angel is like you, Kate, and you are like an angel.
KATHERINE. Que dit-il? que je suis semblable a les anges?
Violet Lynn Parker, you'd better spill or I'll start bellowing 'Happy Birthday' to you in my Bobcat Goldthwait voice.
Oh, curse you, Miniature Emilie, you petite seductress
Susan Sontag: What she really wanted, throughout her career, was to grow up to be a Frenchman.
You have to know me, to know : me, better!
Even better
Petra
Brooke Dumas. I'm Remington.
Aubrey - "Apparently she wears a black leather catsuit and a golden mask."
Irene - "Any details on the mask?"
Aubrey - "I think people are usually too busy looking at the black leather catsuit.
She was the sort of girl called "bonny" - not beautiful, but lively and nicely made, with something about her that took the eye.
Holy : Petra Hermans
Always Guidance
May 2053
Aunt May, my sweet Aunt May, who taught me how to knit, who bought me a piece of candy every time we went to the store, jabbed a cocktail fork at my eye.
Anna, my strong, terrifying Anna.
Joan was the beaming double of my old best self, specially designed to follow
and torment me.
One more thing. She wears Patchouli. Every tart in Montmartre wears it. Place Pigalle reeks of it. If she wants to carry out her pose as an aristocrat, she ought to refine her tastes.
Who's that?" I asked him.
"Probably Noah's latest groupie," Clare offered.
"Don't talk about your mom that way," Pat responded.
HONORINE BEATRIX
I recognized your good character.
Because of my silence, Petra Hermans
H. Koper
Jasmine is sweet, and has many loves.
Alison Rosen IWHI! From the easter egg chapter.
Get ready for 'Les Mis 2' ... I'm playing 'Fat Cosette.'
Seraphine, Seraphine, Seraphine. O most beloved of women, most fiery of saints, never leave me, please. I'll erect columns of white marble to you, build gardens of delights for you, cause ships to sail and warriors to rise for you, if you'll only remain by my side.
For Nicole, my idea of beauty
She loved us more than all the named things in the world.
Now, Simone, I'm a witch, remember? There's not much I don't know just by looking at you. And you know what I see when I look at you?'
Simone walked out the door before she could finish, only hearing the steely hush of Millie's voice add, 'Nothing.
Your word is more than : Only One Word.
Remember.
Petra Cecilia Maria Hermans
Finding her first smile since she read the telegram, Isabelle let out a soft sigh. "I sometimes wonder if you're even real, Mr. Gallagher."
He smiled in reply. "Oh, I'm real Isabelle. I promise you that."
-Gabriel and Isabelle in GALLAGHER'S HOPE
You're either saying 'Isabelle' or 'fishy smell.' Could be either, to be fair.
Jocelyn. You'll keep your eyes on me, Princess. I want you to remember this. From now on whenever you look into my eyes I want you to remember how well we fit together.
Carolyn Heilbrun's
Our Darling Eva We Love You
You never knew what to expect with Ingrid. One minute she could be sawing the locks off Pierpont's freezers; the next, providing shelter for the homeless birds of Switzerland.
Just knows, and knows no more, her Bible true,- A truth the brilliant Frenchman never knew.