By an image we hold on to our lost treasures, but it is the wrenching loss that forms the image, composes, binds the bouquet.
SIDONIE GABRIELLE COLETTEThere are connoisseurs of blue just as there are connoisseurs of wine.
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There are days when solitude, for someone my age, is a heady wine that intoxicates you with freedom, others when it is a bitter tonic, and still others when it is a poison that makes you beat your head against the wall.
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I am indebted to the cat for a particular kind of honorable deceit, for a greater control over myself, for a characteristic aversion to brutal sounds, and for the need to keep silent for long periods of time.
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The true traveler is he who goes on foot, and even then, he sits down a lot of the time.
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A woman who thinks she is intelligent demands the same rights as man. An intelligent woman gives up.
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Sincerity is not a spontaneous flower nor is modesty either.
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We only do well the things we like doing.
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I have found my voice again and the art of using it.
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In its early stages, insomnia is almost an oasis in which those who have to think or suffer darkly take refuge.
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There are no ordinary cats.
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The day after that wedding night I found that a distance of a thousand miles, abyss and discovery and irremediable metamorphosis, separated me from the day before.
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A few days later, I found my mother beneath the tree, motionless with excitement, her head turned toward the heavens in which she would allow human religions no place.
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You must not pity me because my sixtieth year finds me still astonished. To be astonished is one of the surest ways of not growing old too quickly.
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Books, books, books. It was not that I read so much. I read and re-read the same ones. But all of them were necessary to me. Their presence, their smell, the letters of their titles, and the texture of their leather bindings.
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Sit down and put down everything that comes into your head and then you’re a writer. But an author is one who can judge his own stuff’s worth, without pity, and destroy most of it.
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That lovely voice; how I should weep for joy if I could hear it now!
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