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As for an authentic villain, the real thing, the absolute, the artist, one rarely meets him even once in a lifetime. The ordinary bad hat is always in part a decent fellow.

Sidonie Gabrielle Colette

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.
SIDONIE GABRIELLE COLETTE

Author Criticism Destroy Head Himself Judgement Poet Writing
I have found my voice again and the art of using it.
SIDONIE GABRIELLE COLETTE

Art Finding Myself Voice
A pretty little collection of weaknesses and a terror of spiders are our indispensable stock-in-trade with the men.
SIDONIE GABRIELLE COLETTE

Collection Man Terror Trade Weakness
I love my past, I love my present. I am not ashamed of what I have had, and I am not sad because I no longer have it.
SIDONIE GABRIELLE COLETTE

Life Lost Love Myself Past Present Sadness Shame Time
January, month of empty pockets! let us endure this evil month, anxious as a theatrical producer’s forehead.
SIDONIE GABRIELLE COLETTE

Anxiety Endurance New Year Ourselves Production Theatre
The only virtue on which I pride myself is my self-doubt; when a writer loses her self-doubt, the time has come to lay aside her pen.
SIDONIE GABRIELLE COLETTE

Herself Pride Time Virtue
My true friends have always given me that supreme proof of devotion, a spontaneous aversion for the man I loved.
SIDONIE GABRIELLE COLETTE

Evidence Friendship Love Man Myself True
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.
SIDONIE GABRIELLE COLETTE

Book Myself Necessary Presence Reading
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.
SIDONIE GABRIELLE COLETTE

Astonishment Finding Growth Quick Yourself
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.
SIDONIE GABRIELLE COLETTE

Age Alone Bitter Freedom Poison Solitude Wall
It is wise to apply the oil of refined politeness to the mechanisms of friendship.
SIDONIE GABRIELLE COLETTE

Friendship Mechanism Polite Wisdom
You don’t think before you do something foolish. You do your thinking afterwards.
SIDONIE GABRIELLE COLETTE

Fools Thinking Yourself
So now, whenever I despair, I no longer expect my end, but some bit of luck, some commonplace little miracle which, like a glittering link, will mend again the necklace of my days.
SIDONIE GABRIELLE COLETTE

Despair Expectation Miracle Myself Willing
A woman who thinks she is intelligent demands the same rights as man. An intelligent woman gives up.
SIDONIE GABRIELLE COLETTE

Give Up Herself Intelligence Man Right Thinking Woman
I went to collect the few personal belongings which. I held to be invaluable: my cat, my resolve to travel, and my solitude.
SIDONIE GABRIELLE COLETTE

Collection Myself Personal Solitude Travel Value
I am going away with him to an unknown country where I shall have no past and no name, and where I shall be born again with a new face and an untried heart.
SIDONIE GABRIELLE COLETTE

Born Country Heart Myself Try Unknown