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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.

Emile Zola

One forges one’s style on the terrible anvil of daily deadlines.
EMILE ZOLA

Dead Fake Forge Line Style
The artist is nothing without the gift, but the gift is nothing without work.
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Ability Artist Gift Hard Work Talent
If people can just love each other a little bit, they can be so happy.
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Each Other Happiness Love People
If you ask me what I came into this life to do, I will tell you: I came to live out loud.
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Existence Life Live Myself Purpose
Lovers are made by a kiss.
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Kiss Lover One Liner
In Paris, everything’s for sale: wise virgins, foolish virgins, truth and lies, tears and smiles.
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Fools Lying Sale Tears Virgin
The road to Lourdes is littered with crutches, but not one wooden leg.
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Journey Road Struggle
Nothing develops intelligence like travel.
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Development Intelligence Travel
If I cannot overwhelm with my quality, I will overwhelm with my quantity.
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Impress Myself Quality Quantity
Blow the candle out, I don’t need to see what my thoughts look like.
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Blow Myself Need See Thinking
Art is a corner of creation seen through a temperament.
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Art Corner Creation Temperature
She was cold by nature, self-love predominating over passion; rather than being virtuous, she preferred to have her pleasures all to herself.
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Cold Happiness Herself Nature Passion Virtuous
It is not I who am strong, it is reason, it is truth.
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Reason Strong Truth
The word realist means nothing to me, because I would subordinate reality to temperament. Give me what is true and I applaud; but give me what is individual and alive and I applaud even more.
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Myself Praise Reality Temperature True Word
Did science promise happiness? I do not believe it. It promised truth, and the question is to know if we will ever make happiness with truth.
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Believe Happiness Myself Promise Science Truth
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.
EMILE ZOLA

Death Food Load Myself Quantity

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