paris

Adele and Vladimir danced along the banks of the River Seine, the loveliness of spring a backdrop all around them.

I never rebel so much against France as not to regard Paris with a friendly eye; she has had my heart since my childhood.... I love her tenderly, even to her warts and her spots. I am French only by this great city: the glory of France, and one of the noblest ornaments of the world.

I used to ask myself, __ergei, would you rather spend your money on drink or women?_ and thanks to the club, I spend it on both and am called a patron of the arts.

Paris is a hard place to leave, even when it rains incessantly and one coughs continually from the dampness.

When good Americans die, they go to Paris.

Oh, London is a man's town, there's power in the air;And Paris is a woman's town, with flowers in her hair;And it's sweet to dream in Venice, and it's great to study Rome;But when it comes to living, there is no place like home.

She throws her jeans at me and dives into the pellucid lake, slicing through the water almost without a splash. A church bell rings out in the distance, echoing in the quiet aftermath of Everly__ quick jump into the unexpected.

Her little fists pummeled at him, and he accepted the abuse. Until he realized she__ made an improper fist and was actually hurting herself. He wound an arm around her waist, spun her and slammed her into the hard line of his body to still her.__et me go!___n a minute._ As she struggled, he pulled her thumb out from beneath her fingers and rearranged her fist. __it like this._ Done, he released her.

But Paris was a very old city and we were young and nothing was simple there, not even poverty, nor sudden money, nor the moonlight, nor right and wrong nor the breathing of someone who lay beside you in the moonlight.

At night I would climb the steps to the Sacre-Coeur, and I would watch Paris, that futile oasis, scintillating in the wilderness of space. I would weep, because it was so beautiful, and because it was so useless.

Dangerous as a lightning strike, as lethal as a pair of crisscrossing short swords, William whispered, __ou__e about to find out how your liver tastes, my friend.___ have tasted it already,_ Zacharel said, his voice its usual monotone. The snowflakes began to fall in earnest, tiny at first, but growing in diameter. An arctic wind blustered around him. __t was a bit salty.__ow the hell was a guy supposed to respond to that?Apparently William didn__ know, either, because he gaped at the angel. Then, __aybe if you added a little pepper?__-kay. It was official. William had an answer for everything.

The sign above the door was written in French. It read: ARR_TE ! C__ST ICI L__MPIRE DE LA MORT.__hat means,_ he explained to Gini, ___top! It is here the Empire of Death.

But one gets tired of everything, even of abusing a person. Paris abandons its puppets which it raises to the throne as quickly as it does its martyrs whom it hoists on the gibbet; in its perpetual hunger for new playthings, it never gets itself excited overly much before the statues of its heroes or at the sight of the blood of its victims.

If you ask the great city, __ho is this person?,_ she will answer, __e is my child.

Nell looks at the label and comes to."Oh, I'd never wear it. I like to buy things on a cost-per-wear basis. This dress would probably work out at like...thirty pounds a wear. No. I couldn't.""You don't ever do something just because it makes you feel good?" The assistant shrugs. "Mademoiselle, you need to spend more time in Paris.

If you are lucky enough to have lived in Paris as a young man, then wherever you go for the rest of your life, it stays with you, for Paris is a moveable feast.

I did exhibitions with the Surrealists (in Paris, in 1929) because their attitude revolted against 'art' and their attitude toward life itself was wise, as was Dada__._ Hans Arp

Paris has always seemed ... the only city where you can live and express yourself as you please.