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Make-Out McGuire
Tess
DY-N-AMITE
Tim
SCARAMOUCHE Rafael
Drink from me and live forever.
Lestat de Lioncourt
Muzeul Gustave Moreau,
Ah, Jean-Luc...sometimes I think the only reason I keep coming here is to listen to these wonderful speeches of yours
Fuck, I won a Hugo.
I dunno Lloyd, the French are assholes.
Franny, you are the genuine article. You are solid. You are certain. You are like a refrigerator. You hum.
O my God, how happy should I be to hear from Thy lips those words which Thou didst once address to Saint Thomas of Aquin: Thou hast spoken well of Me, Pierre!
I love Yves Saint Laurent. I love Chanel. And Versace! Such beautiful gowns!
How many like Antoine were roaming the world, weak, afraid, without comrades or the consolation of love, clinging to existence as he did?
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.
Kindly go to Hell!
(Lestat to Oncle Julien's ghost)
Dear Jacob,
I win.
Sincerely, Edward
Holy crap. I just slept with St. Clair.
Charles, I lost the bet.
Jacques wants a pancake shaped like Mozart's Symphony No. 40! In G minor!
Belgian stranger - all
You know I wouldn't know a Louis Vuitton from a Louis L'Amour
JACQUES: The worst fault you have is to be in love.
Dermot, who I would never sleep with, not in a million years. Not even if we were characters in Game of Thrones.
Jacob, inspector of shadows, miraculous interpreter of squirmy gut feelings, seer and slayer of real and actual monsters -
St. Soren, Bastard Patron Saint of Manipulation
He never said I was welcome
Jos de Vries
Petra Hermans
It is extraordinary Monsieur Benoit, but everytime I think of your triple character as a landlord, a bootmaker, and a friend, I am tempted to believe in the Trinity.
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.
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.
("We will call Chase, Jeans Are Too Thight, and Fulton shall be Short One Chewing Tobacco," Hassan whispered to Colin.)
"Je m'appelle Pierre," Colin blurted out after the boys had introduced themselves. "Quand je vais dans le metro, je fais aussi de la musique de prouts.
Aujourd'hui, rien.
That's what Louis XVI wrote in his diary on the day of the storming of the Bastille.
It's Fendi. French, Fendi, both start with an F ... I fell in love with it. Smells like grown-man cologne.
someone in Tunis. Halabi
...Roland de Chumsfanleigh (it wasn't his fault).
And do you know Monsieur Marius? I believe I was a little in love with you.
I love you, Jemmaline Girard. I always have and I always will. You are my future and my forever. You have already claimed the deepest part of my soul, femme de mon coeur.
Yves Saint Laurent liked women to put their hands in their pockets, or to hold cigarettes, and act a bit like boys. It was to give an impression of composure, some self-assurance, and to counter the feminine appearance.
You were very brave, Demoiselle Marie.
Joy is my character,
tis the fault of Voltaire.
Misery is my trousseau,
tis the fault of Rousseau.
Gavroche
Alain will do everything in his power to win, he doesn't like getting beaten by anyone and least of all me.
I am the president of the youth of France.
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 ...
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)
Ordinary French people. Citizens of fear.
Beaujolais is so underrated.
There's no other like Leo.
As Emile Leger said when he left his mansion in Montreal to go live in a leper colony in Africa, The time for talking is over.
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.
If poor doomed Olly's a Radio 4 play, what am I?""
"You, Hugo," she kisses my earlobe, "are a sordid, low-budget French film. The sort you'd stumble across on TV at night. You know you'll regret it in the morning, but you keep watching anyway.
At least I'm not dead.
That can be remedied.
Jean-Claude & Richard
Women see through Claude Lorraines.
Taft gets hold of the wet baguette and hits Will with it.
Laurent said, 'Hello, lover.
Paris, the FedEx deliveryman of Pleasure and Fatality.
I'm not a Frenchie, I'm a Belgie!
I love you, Lucien, but I am a muse, you are an artist, I am not here to make you comfortable.
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.
Then Laurent turned and saw him, and
the pressure in his chest grew like pain
as Laurent greeted him, half stripped and
bright-eyed.
To Pierre," said Mr. Buckmaster, "the Communists are of the Right. The far Right. He refers to them as 'those goddamned Bourbons.' Pierre is an anarchist. That's why he's so happy in his shoplifting--he feels it helps undermine the state.
My dear Pierre, the affair is clear, you'll have your head chopped off. Let that be a lesson to you!
Laurent said, 'What do you think of Jord?'
'I like him,' said Damen. 'You should be pleased with him. He was the right choice for Captain.'
There was an unhurried pause. Aside from the sounds Damen made when he picked up a vambrace, the tent was quiet.
'No,' said Laurent. 'You were.
He should not be toying with her this way, drawing her into a dance round the funeral pyre, chancing that she would burn. -- Nicolas, le Diable.
Skye." "Lima-Oscar-Victor-Echo
My name will be written in fiery letters on the Champs Elysees.
Be careful, mon bijou.
Nephew. you were not invited to these discussions.'
'And yet, here I am. It's very irritating, isn't it?' Said Laurent.
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.
You are a soldier. A fighter. And now you must fight. Not for the emperor, not for France ... but for yourself.
A noble pair of brothers.
[Lat., Par nobile fratum.]
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.
There is nothing outside of the text.
[Fr., Il n'y a pas de hors-texte.]
He wasn't sure how it would be, but
when Laurent saw who was beside him,
he smiled, the expression a
little shy but completely genuine.
Damen, who hadn't been expecting it,
felt the single painful beat of his heart.
He'd never thought Laurent could look
like that at anyone.
I may be French, but I'm playing for Arsenal.
Protect for ernest drake
Alexis, I love you.
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?
I felt like Frederic Moreau arriving late and uninvited at Monsieur Dambreuse's elite salon in Flaubert's Sentimental Education - a
Frenchman was tall and thin, with a lugubrious and tired face, but
Congratulations to Thierry Henry on a truly wonderful career. One of the great footballers of our time and a top bloke. Bonne chance.
I will cover the walls with words. It will be la chambre des mots.
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)
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Marc Jacobs is full of creative people and Louis Vuitton is again a name on the door, a name that has existed for many years but I'm a collaborator there and I bring in other people, other artists and I work with a great creative design team.
For a moment he thought Laurent wasn't going to do it. But in public, Laurent had no recourse to refusal. Laurent extended his hand. And then waited, palm outstretched, his eyes lifting to meet Damen's. Laurent said, 'Put it on me.' Every
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,
Dominic spelled it.
Raphael meet Avery.
The werewolf by the moon. The wererat by money. (Loup garou par la lune. - Rat garou par les thunes.)
psychologist Timothy
I am proud to wear the name Le Pen.
I think Lafayette wants to rap in French now. I have to go learn some French.
Damn it, Lafayette
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?
Leo almost jumped out of his tool belt. He turned ... and mentally kicked himself. He just had to invoke Adidas, the goddess of off-brand shoes.
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.
Get ready for 'Les Mis 2' ... I'm playing 'Fat Cosette.'
Though a good cop, Luc Claudel has the patience of a firecracker, the sensitivity of Vlad the Impaler, and a persistent skepticism as to the value of forensic anthropology.
Snappy dresser, though.
It's not that Etienne dislikes Tybalt. Etienne just dislikes chaos, and Tybalt causes almost as much commotion as I do. Sometimes more, when he really sets his mind to it, although my chaos is a little more destructive, if I do say so myself.
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?
To the memory of Vincent Van Gogh, Henri de Toulouse-Lautrec, El Greco, and many others who came before me as well as those who will come after. We are one. Thank you.
What's his name?