If he’s getting married, he’s not longer interesting.
SIDONIE GABRIELLE COLETTEAs 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.
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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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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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No temptation can ever be measured by the value of its object.
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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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Sincerity is not a spontaneous flower nor is modesty either.
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I went to collect the few personal belongings which. I held to be invaluable: my cat, my resolve to travel, and my solitude.
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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.
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At sixty-three years of age, less a quarter, one still has plans.
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To a poet, silence is an acceptable response, even a flattering one.
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That lovely voice; how I should weep for joy if I could hear it now!
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At the top of the iron staircase leading to the stage, the good, dry, dusty warmth wraps me round like a comfortable dirty cloak.
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Be happy. It’s one way of being wise.
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By means of an image we are often able to hold on to our lost belongings. But it is the desperateness of losing which picks the flowers of memory, binds the bouquet.
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By an image we hold on to our lost treasures, but it is the wrenching loss that forms the image, composes, binds the bouquet.
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There are no ordinary cats.
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