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Obvious, Elbert.
Muzeul Gustave Moreau,
On top of pique, umbrage, and ennui. Oh, the French diseases of the soul.
A distinctly ordinary player of extraordinary dirtiness.
Men and Melons are hard to know.
And mo the merier is a Prouerbe eke.
[The more the merrier.]
People say I am stuck in childhood, but it's not that. I remember seeing a Matisse retrospective, and you could see he started out one way, and then he tried something different, and then he seemed to spend his whole life trying to get back to the first thing.
Beate the dog before the Lyon.
Sometimes I really feel sorry for Mel - Her life would've been so much better if she'd fallen in love with someone normal. Instead she fell in love with me and had been paying for the mistake ever since.
Shirley! Don't call me Shirley!
The score of Pelleas and Melisande by Debussy, heralds that which will lift man from the earthly to the celestial, from the mortal to the immortal. Once again the ways of the artist and healer are merging.
The elder Miss Larkin
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.
It's my cologne. Eau de Recent Injury." (Jace)
Peter Crouch, the Marmite of football.
Marie Laurencin.
Emil Drukker, the Head-hunter of Cologne.
You must all know about Bourgain, so I don't have to write his name on the board-for an obvious reason.
Maserati. Coco's beloved
It is not in Montaigne, but in myself, that I find all that I see in him.
He lay before God as a woman opens herself to a man, with legs apart, stomach exposed, arms open. But unlike some women, he did not have the inner strength that allowed them to do such a thing without fear. There was no woman's strength in Mellas at all.
But I'm interested in the Barnes Collection in Philadelphia. I hear there are some of the worst Matisses there. I like seeing bad art by good artists. It's inspiring. I'm able to identify with them. It makes them real.
Wherever Melony went, she would not be without guidance, she would not be without love, without faith; she had a good book with her. If only she kept reading it and reading it ...
It is as it is. Betren son of Bromwell Defender of Delmarath
What power could bruise the sky? Melliel
Riley was... a really good kisser
Mousse was a Labrador retriever, which is a large enthusiastic bulletproof species of dog made entirely from synthetic materials. This is the kind of dog that, if it takes an interest in your personal regions (which of course it does) you cannot fend it off with a blowtorch.
A miscreant with coiffed, scented hair, a slender waist, the hips of a woman and the chest of a Prussian officer, with a finely tied cravat, by all girls admired. ~ [introduction of character Montparnasse]
louche, wearing a gauzy neck scarf and
The modern painter ... is an excellent couturier
When he turns to go, the perfumer's
Margowegottagohomeandtell.
Dorkangelo" - Marc Hunter
Baikida Carroll, whose balance of bravada and tenderness, facility and understatement mark him as a player to be reckoned with.
I do not expect Henrique Mauricio to conform to my standards of behavior," Alaric said. "I expect him not to do things that make me want to pound his face into a bloody pulp. Sadly, every time I meet him he fails to live up to this expectation.
Dominic Chocolate!!!
He's better than the rest, and his arm sweat smells the best.
Ruben V is the keeper of the flame of the San Antonio vibe
The picturesque doctor's daughter, Miss Manette.
How on earth Traore gets into this team is beyond me. And he's a Champions League winner? Gimme a break. They've Riise sitting on the bench who's a different class to this fella.
I begin to call Morrie "Coach," the way I used to address my high school track coach. Morrie likes the nickname. "Coach," he says. "All right, I'll be your coach. And you can be my player. You can play all the lovely parts of life that I'm too old for now.
Perry Johansson.
I love Merion and I don't even know her last name.
Berthe Morisot was a painter full of eighteenth-century delicacy and grace; in a word, the last elegant and 'feminine' artists since Fragonard.
What's her name? Claire, what's her name?
Mi-yammi! The extraordinary city, with its Judeo-Cubano population, its mix of surgical-appliance and sex-fetishist obsessions, takes the American melting pot past the boil. It represents pretty much everything Patrick J. Buchanan hates.
Mel."
"Hmm?"
"Don't leave me again, okay?" Clay whispered in a voice choked with emotion as he pulled her tighter against him and tilted his head to rest his cheek on top of her head. "'Cause that 'bout killed me.
Gabriel, Michael, Raphael.
We're all attracted to the perfume of fermenting joy, we've all tried to start a fire, and one day maybe it will blaze up on its own. In the meantime, she is the one today among us most able to bear the idea of her own beauty ...
Mel Blanc has been gone for 30 years, even though he's still around.
laurig, shy of making decisions and happy to procrastinate.
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?
I like a good pompadour.
A huge meringue with polio who drives everywhere in a beautifully restored Hillman Imp.
Madame Tallien shared honors with Josephine Beauharnais in being mistress to Barras, an ex-nobleman and ex-terrorist whose appetite for beautiful women, beautiful young men, and money was the only wholesome trait in his character.
He is the enigmatic, mysterious artist, who is undeniably attractive, and he is the man who every woman wants to pose for, but he wants none of that. He only wants her. It all begins and consequently ends with Chantel Rosenberg.
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.
Farewell Gaultier!! Preteporte will miss you! 4 ever
A sharp character - no youth as I feared - a Faubourg Marigny type, Mediterranean, big-nosed, lumpy-jawed, a single stitched-in wrinkle over his eyebrows from just above which there springs up a great pompadour of wiry bronze hair. His face aches with it. He has no use for me at all.
Riley and the cheeseburger of pain
It is comparatively easy to achieve a certain unity in a picture by allowing one colour to dominate, or by muting all the colours. Matisse did neither. He clashed his colours together like cymbals and the effect was like a lullaby.
Kyrie ... I need to feel you. Need to kiss your skin. I have to taste your beauty.
your uncle Geoffrey.
If I were a player, I would like to be like Busquets.
Holy fucking Jesus toast, Kyrie.
What actor wouldn't want to work with Mel Gibson?
He was so damn sexy, with beautiful bronzed skin that showed off his Mediterranean heritage.
Each team always has that one power player, even Carmelo. Those are the guys who would represent the logo.
An itinerant masseur, massaging the politically erogenous zones.
It is always sad to leave a place to which one knows one will never return. Such are the melancolies du voyage: perhaps they are one of the most rewarding things about traveling.
boron - boro
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.
Mario Balotelli is like Marmite, you either love him or hate him. Me? I'm in between.
Hope was a luxury Melora could barely allow. It was more painful than sorrow, more hurtful than disappointment because it represented a potential: the potential for happiness. If only her happiness didn't depend so much on other people, she'd be fine.
What do you mean? I am Mogget, of course. The one and only Mogget. Though I have had other names.
Melly couldn't say boo to a goose.
Marlys was a sturdy woman in her fifties, white curls clinging to her scalp like vanilla frosting. She wore rimless glasses, a homemade red-checked gingham dress, and low-topped Nikes. Short-nosed and pale, she had a small pink mouth that habitually pursed in thought, or disapproval.
When the bespangled Miss Charisse wraps her phenomenal legs around [Fred] Astaire, she can be forgiven everything - even the fact that she reads her lines as if she learned them phonetically.
I don't know what first got me to attack melons. It's not like I ate a bad one and got an upset stomach. It just eventually seemed like the appropriate fruit.
Gilly Gilleshpee
I would've liked to have been Poussin, if I'd had a choice, in another time.
For tonight, maybe we can just be Laia and Elias.
Miguel: Merle? What kind of hick name is that? I wouldn't name my dog Merle.
An Aesthetic Saint
When life gives you melons, you might be dyslexic.
Creative takes courage -Henri Matisse
I would say Randolph's a horse's ass, but that would be unfair to the horse.
He's a player you only miss when he's not playing
I smell like brett riley
But see, in our open clearings, how golden the melons lie; Enrich them with sweets and spices, and give us the pumpkin-pie!
I may be French, but I'm playing for Arsenal.
The kind of player who has turned his game around, he used to be lousy and lazy and now he is lazy and lousy.
Mungo was a gnome. Disguised as a dwarf. The blatantly false beard was a giveaway. It appeared that Mungo had crafted it himself out of hair collected from a wide assortment of cars and then glued it to his face.
I listen to the crowds [laughs] ... I like Blind Melon very much.
He seems like a good guy, but we need to focus on finding Nia's killer, and then finish the theater. We don't have time for distractions. No men."
"Yeah, yeah, I know." Mel rolled her eyes.
"Inspiration before intercourse."
Callie chuckled. "I should put that on a T-shirt.
Margo was so beautiful that even her fake smiles were convincing. (54)
The Frenchman, by nature, is sensuous and sensitive. He has intelligence, which makes him tired of life sooner than other kinds of men. He is not athletic: he sees the futility of the pursuit of fame; the climate at times depresses him.
Metaraon, with his unmerciful stare,
Mimi was massaging Salander's back and neck. She had been kneading intently for 20 minutes while Salander mainly enjoyed herself and uttered an occasional groan of pleasure. A massage from Mimi was a fantastic experience, and she felt like a kitten who just wanted to purr and wave its paws around.
A woman not yet seen, but whose perfume accumulates on the horizon like a storm cloud.