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Jean-Claude said. I stared at him, and for the first
The Frenchman is first and foremost a man. He is likeable often just because of his weaknesses, which are always thoroughly human, even if despicable.
Jean-Louis had never had a day's illness in his life. He was tall and as gnarled as an oak. The sun had baked his skin until it had the colour and toughness and stillness of a tree. With advancing years, he had lost his tongue. He now never spoke, considering such an activity pointless.
A kiss for luck, demoiselle?"
It is a magnificent, lusty kiss and I feel nothing but deep regret that it may be his last.
Just before he pulls away, he whispers in my ear. "Duval said to give you that should I get a chance. It is from him.
Beate the dog before the Lyon.
Juliette," I whisper. "My name is Juliette.
The jean! The jean is the destructor. It is a dictator! It is destroying creativity! The jean must be stopped!
I don't have the first clue who he is talking about, because all I worry about is Jerome.
I'm better than Olivier.
I'm Elijah. You've heard of me?
You Are Your Own Michelangello Always.
There's something Vichy about the French.
What is his name?-- Jane Austen
Alain will do everything in his power to win, he doesn't like getting beaten by anyone and least of all me.
You're Simon," he breathed. "Simon Lewis.
He unrolls names like a splendid carpet.
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.
Twelve men in Forelli gold galloped past in pursuit, so fast I barely caught a glimpse. I edged out, torn between crying out to them and hesitating to interfere in a chase. But as I stepped forward, I knew that the man at the front was Marcello.
You're our Marcel Proust, Mr. Zuckerman.
Zuckerman laughed. It wasn't exactly how he saw it.
Gina. I wish to goodness that detestable thing had never set his foot inside our doors!
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 ...
tall, dark-haired guy
(Dylan air - gross)
I'm afraid Pierre finds me lacking. (Gabrielle)
If he's stupid enough to let me know, he'll find his face lacking a nose. (Carlos)
Bruno, my old faithful. I haven't sufficiently described him. Is it enough to say he is indescribable? No. Better to try and fail than not to try at all.
Only think that I am now writing in a room full of Claudes ... almost of the summit of my earthly ambitions.
I've been trying so hard not to think his name, not to even breathe the idea of him
If there was ever a bigger pansy than my father, it was Marcel Proust.
My beautiful boy, my lover, my friend. The man I thought I'd never see again. Sebastian.
He was a Frenchman, a melancholy-looking man. His aspect was that of one who has been looking for the leak in a gas pipe with a lighted candle.
My name is Marc, my emotional life is sensitive and my purse is empty, but they say I have talent.
["What is the most real thing you can think of?"]
Jacques thought for a long time before answering; he tried to weigh up what was most vital and enduring in all that he had known. Eventually, no longer smiling, he said, 'Memory'.
The truth is, Pierre - " "Percy.
L'chaim!': To life!
I am proud to wear the name Le Pen.
His Tender Roni.
The marvelous Maker!
There's Moses (...) Better company that some humans I've known [Sebastien]
I comfort myself with the knowledge that if Duval ever feels smothered by me, it will be because I am holding a pillow over his face.
Maxi Taxi, you've got him now, you've got him, Jew boy, you've got him, you've got him!" A small kid with soft tufts of hair, a beaten nose, and swampy eyes, Max was a good head shorter
Marie Laurencin.
I used to think the best part of me died with Les, but the best part of me is standing right here in front of me.
Strong Phillip, able to lift overweight nymphomaniacs with both hands. Harvey
Geliebten Lakaien are once again here with us. Lisa, Heddy, Henrietta, Peter, and Jean Pierre,
Perry Johansson.
I think Lafayette wants to rap in French now. I have to go learn some French.
Damn it, Lafayette
SCARAMOUCHE Rafael
Philippe liked to daydream with his eyes wide open and I could often tell from looking at the changing intensity of the colours reflected there and the faintest of smiles animating his lips that he was in a world of his own that brought him great comfort in ways I could never understand
Louis's feet smell the worst. Literally like dog poo on a stick-that bad!
Le Petit is where I cut my teeth with some of my early roles. In 1982, I was in the chorus of 'Gypsy' and soon after I had my first lead as Jamie Lockhart in 'The Robber Bridegroom.'
Madeline Reynolds
Max,' I said, looking up at him, 'I love the Russian heritage you guys are so willing to share, but I'm not so thrilled with the French.'
'What?' His brows lowered. 'We're not French.'
'Great. So the next time you feel the need to kiss me, keep your tongue out of my mouth!
I am Sebastian, or Sebastian is I, or perhaps we both are someone whom neither of us knows.
pocket. "Tanner," Nathaniel
His name explodes inside of me like cannon fire.
Mr. Tall, Blonde and Lightning
What's his name?
His hair is like feathers.
A noble pair of brothers.
[Lat., Par nobile fratum.]
Levi will kill me the minute he sees me, and I don't trust Madeline. There's something in her eyes ... "
"I believe that's integrity and dedication in her job."
"Yeah. It's disturbing.
Robin Einstein Sacrificial Lamb Varghese.
Jacques wants a pancake shaped like Mozart's Symphony No. 40! In G minor!
He is a ghost. He is from some other world. He is Papa, Madame Manec, Etienne; he is everyone who has left her finally coming back.
Pam: Claude, the mouthwateringly beautiful asshole?
I hurt you, Laurent."
"That's enough, stop," said Laurent.
"It wasn't right. You were just a boy. You didn't deserve what happened to you."
"I said that's enough."
"Is it so hard to hear?
I love Martin Amis.
Lacroix has been fantastic. He's very nice. He gets the joke, and I think that's a good thing.
Rue, who when you ask her what she loves most in the world, replies, of all things, Music.
Who hit you?"
"Why, so you can go beat him up?"
"One of the fringe benefits of being my human servant is my protection."
"I don't need your protection, Jean-Claude."
"He hurt you."
"And I shoved a gun into his groin and made him tell me everything he knew," I said.
Patricia: Do you know William Faulkner?
Michel: No. Who's he? Have you slept with him?
Magician of Lublin,
Jacob, inspector of shadows, miraculous interpreter of squirmy gut feelings, seer and slayer of real and actual monsters -
If I had been born in Paris in the early 1900s and lived through World War II, I feel like my DNA would've been Henri Baurel.
He spoke that refined French in which our grandparents not only spoke bit thought ...
I was both charmed and moved by Midday with Buuel, Mexican filmmaker and writer Claudio Isaac's personal and very poetic recollection of his friendship with his mentor, the Spanish surrealist Luis Buuel.
Gilly Gilleshpee
I've never been in love with Marcello [Mastroianni]. I wasn't even attracted to him physically. I admired him. I followed him and supported him, but nothing ever clicked.
What does he stand for?
Proust had his madeleines; I am devastated by the scent of yeast bread rising.
Don't think, he'd said, because it was easier than saying, Take me for who I am.
He couldn't bear that suddenly. He wanted it without pretences, without excuses, his fingers curling hard into Laurent's hair.
'It's me,' said Damen. 'It's me, here with you. Say my name.'
'Damianos.
Eyebrows and hair singed off, Hector is barely recognizable under a lathering of day-glow orange. He appears to have been tarred-and-feathered with orange tar and oatmeal feathers.
Dorkangelo" - Marc Hunter
Raoul: Age and treachery!
Neal: Youth and skill!
Every day I think about where I come from and I am still proud to be who I am: first, a Kabyle from La Castellane, then an Algerian from Marseille, and then a Frenchman.
He looks at me with so much emotion I nearly crack in half.
"God, Juliette
"
And he's kissing me.
Once, twice, until I've had a taste and realize I'll never have enough.
The werewolf by the moon. The wererat by money. (Loup garou par la lune. - Rat garou par les thunes.)
You must all know about Bourgain, so I don't have to write his name on the board-for an obvious reason.
Chef Michel Richard is always at the top of his game.
My first love. He was my first favorite mistake.
I would like a cappuccino," says Linus politely. "Thank you."
"Your name?"
"I'll spell it for you," he says. "Z-W-P-A-E-N
"
"What?" She stares at him, Sharpie in hand.
"Wait, I haven't finished. Double F-hyphen-T-J-U-S. It's an unusual name, Linus adds gravely. "It's Dutch.
Juliette. His voice hugs the letters in my name so softly I die 5 times in that second.
The sight of the little madeleine had recalled nothing to my mind before I tasted it ...
Women see through Claude Lorraines.
Fernando de Ismelda," Enrico says. "You won the kingdom's archery competition. I gather it was quite a surprise to everyone."
"Not to me," the boy says.
I decide that I like Fernando de Ismelda.
Rene Caron takes my breath away!
Tom. I'd like to
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.
French. Feel. Finger. Fuck.
If I were a bottle of wine, my name would be Thom Cork
And do you know Monsieur Marius? I believe I was a little in love with you.