It all seemed a hollow sham now – that strict code, that conscientious virtue that condemned her to the sterile joys of pious women! No, no, she’d had enough of that; she wanted to live!
EMILE ZOLAThe day is not far off when one ordinary carrot may be pregnant with revolution.
More Emile Zola Quotes
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The road to Lourdes is littered with crutches, but not one wooden leg.
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The artist is nothing without the gift, but the gift is nothing without work.
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I would rather die of passion than of boredom.
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Respectable people, What bastards!
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She might have liked to try to strangle him with those slender fingers of hers, but she wanted to make a job of it and this great patience with which she waited for her claws to grow was in itself a form of enjoyment.
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I do not despair in the least of ultimate triumph. I repeat it with intense conviction.
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There are two men inside the artist, the poet and the craftsman. One is born a poet. One becomes a craftsman.
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A new dynasty is never founded without a struggle. Blood makes good manure.
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If something’s just, I’ll let myself be hacked to bits for it.
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I am an artist. I am here to live out loud.
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When truth is buried, it grows. It chokes. It gathers such an explosive force that on the day it bursts out, it blows up everything with it.
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What will be the death of me are buillabaisses, food spiced with pimiento, shellfish, and a load of exquisite rubbish which I eat in disproportionate quantities.
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The day is not far off when one ordinary carrot may be pregnant with revolution.
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The conclusion does not belong to the artist.
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These young people naturally grow up with ideas different from ours, for they are born for times when we shall no longer be here
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