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 COLETTEAt 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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The lovesick, the betrayed, and the jealous all smell alike.
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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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Jealousy is not at all low, but it catches us humbled and bowed down, at first sight.
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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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That lovely voice; how I should weep for joy if I could hear it now!
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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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In the matter of furnishing, I find a certain absence of ugliness far worse than ugliness.
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There are no ordinary cats.
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You don’t think before you do something foolish. You do your thinking afterwards.
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It is wise to apply the oil of refined politeness to the mechanisms of friendship.
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I’ve entered the world of wine without any professional training, but a definite appetite for good bottles.
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A happy childhood is poor preparation for human contacts.
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Don’t cudgel your brains over my little problems.
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If I can’t have too many truffles, I’ll do without truffles.
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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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