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- 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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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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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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That lovely voice; how I should weep for joy if I could hear it now!
SIDONIE GABRIELLE COLETTEThat lovely voice; how I should weep for joy if I could hear it now!
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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 COLETTEBooks, 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.
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Sincerity is not a spontaneous flower nor is modesty either.
SIDONIE GABRIELLE COLETTESincerity is not a spontaneous flower nor is modesty either.
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Look for a long time at what pleases you, and a longer time at what pains you.
SIDONIE GABRIELLE COLETTELook for a long time at what pleases you, and a longer time at what pains you.
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At sixty-three years of age, less a quarter, one still has plans.
SIDONIE GABRIELLE COLETTEAt sixty-three years of age, less a quarter, one still has plans.
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January, month of empty pockets! let us endure this evil month, anxious as a theatrical producer’s forehead.
SIDONIE GABRIELLE COLETTEJanuary, month of empty pockets! let us endure this evil month, anxious as a theatrical producer’s forehead.
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A woman who thinks she is intelligent demands the same rights as man. An intelligent woman gives up.
SIDONIE GABRIELLE COLETTEA woman who thinks she is intelligent demands the same rights as man. An intelligent woman gives up.
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Time spent with a cat is never wasted.
SIDONIE GABRIELLE COLETTETime spent with a cat is never wasted.
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Total absence of humor renders life impossible.
SIDONIE GABRIELLE COLETTETotal absence of humor renders life impossible.
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My true friends have always given me that supreme proof of devotion, a spontaneous aversion for the man I loved.
SIDONIE GABRIELLE COLETTEMy true friends have always given me that supreme proof of devotion, a spontaneous aversion for the man I loved.
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Our perfect companions never have fewer than four feet.
SIDONIE GABRIELLE COLETTEOur perfect companions never have fewer than four feet.
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If I can’t have too many truffles, I’ll do without truffles.
SIDONIE GABRIELLE COLETTEIf I can’t have too many truffles, I’ll do without truffles.
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No temptation can ever be measured by the value of its object.
SIDONIE GABRIELLE COLETTENo temptation can ever be measured by the value of its object.
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The faults of husbands are often caused by the excess virtues of their wives.
SIDONIE GABRIELLE COLETTEThe faults of husbands are often caused by the excess virtues of their wives.
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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 COLETTEThere 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.
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