paris

I wish I could go to Paris right now.

Fairy tales only happen in movies." -George Meliesfrom The Invention of Hugo Cabret

Let me be mad, then, by all means! mad with the madness of Absinthe, the wildest, most luxurious madness in the world! Vive la folie! Vive l'amour! Vive l'animalisme! Vive le Diable!

Paris isn__ a city, it__ a world.King Francois I

Last night I dreamt Moses and I were rowing underwater.We could breathe and talk to one another.We rowed past schools of fish and sea anemones and Moses named them for me.___ules Finn

I write to raise the curtain on life's endless possibilities. Because you asked, "Pourquoi?

The great correspondent of the seventeenth century Madame de Sevigne counseled, "Take chocolate in order that even the most tireome company seem acceptable to you," which is also sound advice today!

To have come on all this new world of writing, with time to read in a city like Paris where there was a way of living well and working, no matter how poor you were, was like having a great treasure given to you.

I knew how severe I had been and how bad things had been. The one who is doing his work and getting satisfaction from it is not the one who poverty bothers.

Logan looks up, registers my face and smiles immediately. I hold onto the back of a chair to steady my legs. Jeez, he__ got a nice smile; dimples appear in his chiseled cheeks and there is familiarity and warmth in his eyes. Real warmth, the likes of which I__e not often seen. It suddenly strikes me that this man, whoever he might turn out to be, is genuine.

Do you like my smile?_ he asks, walking towards me._ I kick off my heels, so that when he stands before me, I am suddenly much shorter than a moment ago. __t__ the best I__e seen,_ I say honestly. And, of course, he smiles at me. __ou see these_ I reach up and touch his cheeks where dimples form when he__ happy, __these are adorable. These_ I lightly touch his lips, __well, I__ better not tell you what I__ like to do with these_ His smile widens. __nd these_ I touch the edges of his eyes, __they smile, too.

... but we__l be back for dinner _ especially if you__e having soup de jour!___ow, Troy! You know very well that soup de jour means __oup of the day._ It changes every time!

They say you can fool some of the people all of the time. Accordingly, I think we should concentrate on this group initially. We can move on to the people you can only fool some of the time at a later date if we deem it necessary.

Ernst was still in the Eastern Zone, about ninety kilometres from Berlin, when the truck emerged so inexplicably out of nowhere that it seemed to have been created by the rain itself.

Parisians were not easy to engage in conversation. Perhaps that was why the Resistance had been so successful.

The whole of Paris was lit up. The tiny dancing flames had bespangled the sea of darkness from end to end of the horizon, and now, like millions of stars, they burned with a steady light in the serene summer night. There was no breath of wind to make them flicker as they hung there in space. They made the unseen city seem as vast as a firmament, reaching out into infinity.

She is my morning, she is my evening; we have a love that blooms over and again, more beautifully each time than the last.

I don't think that anyone outside Paris can understand love and murder as we do.But Emile loves Paris, and loving Paris is a murderous education. ("Anthropology: What Is Lost In Rotation")