Why must a woman always surrender? I am not prey!””No I am. Your arrow struck me long ago.” Paris took her hand and placed it on his chest.”Right here. And every time I try to...

… far be it from a French man to interfere with love.

Marseille’s decision (to send the B team to Paris) is astounding and impossible to understand. Every possible measure has been taken to guarantee safety.

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.”—Jules Finn

She thought constantly about Paris and avidly read all the society pages in the papers. Their accounts of receptions, celebrations, the clothes worn, and all the accompanying delights enjoyed, whetted her appetite still further. Above...

She had to lift both hands to illustrate what she meant, but he just let her carry his hand with her, not about to let go. She pushed the free hand toward the one he...

I came from Paris in the Spring of 1884, and was brought in intimate contact with him [Thomas Edison]. We experimented day and night, holidays not excepted. His existence was made up of alternate periods...

After joyfully working each morning, I would leave off around midday to challenge myself to a footrace. Speeding along the sunny paths of the Jardin du Luxembourg, ideas would breed like aphids in my head—for...

In Paris, women were not considered interesting until they were middle-aged. The Mist of Montmartre

Paris was a universe whole and entire unto herself, hollowed and fashioned by history; so she seemed in this age of Napoleon III with her towering buildings, her massive cathedrals, her grand boulevards and ancient...

I shall be in Paris in two days. Well, all is finished. The waves ofhuman mediocrity rise to the sky and they will engulf the refuge whosedams I open. Ah! courage leaves me, my heart...

Study is the child of silence and mystery.

At five-thirty the rain began to fall in great, heavy drops which bounced off the pavement before they spread out into black spots. At the same time thunder rumbled from the direction of Charenton and...

If I walked down by different streets to the Jardin du Luxembourg in the afternoon I could walk through the gardens and then go to the Musée du Luxembourg where the great paintings were that...

There’s a simplicity and a sense of adventure to being alone, and I sometimes envy you for having it, as you explore Paris. Even when you’re getting your heart broken, you can still wake up...

Religion, a mediaeval form of unreason, when combined with modern weaponry becomes a real threat to our freedoms. This religious totalitarianism has caused a deadly mutation in the heart of Islam and we see the...

To study in Paris is to be born in Paris!

Skinny-dipping is like Paris. It’s always a good idea.

There was no experience, I thought, quite as wonderful as being an American in Paris.

There’s nowhere that life feels more eternal, your dimwit youth more important, than Paris.

It’s splendid how much at home we feel at Pignol’s. A tacit complicity at every moment prevails among the regulars here. A process of self-selection operates: starving crooks, thirsty whores, witless grasses working for low-grade...

Etre pauvre à Paris, c’est être pauvre deux fois.

Hit like this.” Done, he released her.

All I wanted was to connect my moods with those of Paris. Beauty paints and when it painted most, I shot.

… she was a pudding of immaturity and precocious wisdom that had not yet set into a stable mold.

Random acts of kindness show that even amidst the hustle and bustle, Paris inhabitants are more welcoming that their reputation gives them credit for.

I promise you a love affair with a sun-bathed Austrian princess beyond anything you imagine—in love, in beauty, in intensity. A love that will power you to the end of our time together. You are...

To my mind, a picture should be something pleasant, cheerful, and pretty, yes pretty! There are too many unpleasant things in life as it is without creating still more of them.

But are you not fond of me?” Paris looked up, his eyes full of reproach.”Fond of you? Myrina you are my queen. I want you more than I want life itself.

Paris was all so… Parisian. I was captivated by the wonderful wrongness of it all – the unfamiliar fonts, the brand names in the supermarket, the dimensions of the bricks and paving stones. Children, really...

Indulgence comes in all varieties: a mouthful of gourmet chocolate, a hot stone massage, a week in Paris or 20 uninterrupted minutes to getlost in a book.

Night came on, the lamps were lighted, the tables near him found occupants, and Paris began to wear that peculiar evening look of hers which seems to say, in the flare of windows and theatre-doors,...

…quando me passeio por Passy parece-me que deambulo por dentro de mim mesmo e que tropeço incessantemente na minha inf ncia.

Les gens riches à Paris demeurent ensemble, leurs quartiers, en bloc, forment une tranche de g teau urbain dont la pointe vient toucher au Louvre, cependant que le rebord rebondi s’arrête aux arbres entre le...

The scent of flowers is the glory of gardens and the scent of art is the glory of Paris!

The comedy in our lives was those first few weeks we lived together in Paris: Our bodies desired one another, our souls opened for one another. We experienced all of the happiness and anguish of...

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

The mainspring of genius is curiosity.

Their wedding night was at a little hotel in Paris. There were walk up steps and a lovely view. And all was well for these two.

The best of America drifts to Paris. The American in Paris is the best American. It is more fun for an intelligent person to live in an intelligent country. France has the only two things...

The sun finally died in beauty, flinging out its crimson flames, which cast their reflection on the faces of passers-by, giving them a strangely feverish look. The darkness of the trees became deeper. You could...

My wife and I had called on Miss Stein, and she and the friend who lived with her had been very cordial and friendly and we had loved the big studio with the great paintings....

Which clothes store, Tess? If you haven’t noticed, there are about a million.

Dio quanto è bella” pensò l’uomo avvicinandosi alla giovane che aveva lasciato due mesi prima. Vedere quegli occhi, quei lunghi capelli corvini legati in una treccia come ricordava di averli visti quella prima sera insieme...

He who contemplates the depths of Paris is seized with vertigo.Nothing is more fantastic. Nothing is more tragic.Nothing is more sublime.

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’s...

…was an elegant woman in a city of so many thousands of elegant women…

When I look back now, it must have been like Paris was at the time of Le Sacre du Printemps.

It’s pronounced wee but spelled O-U-I. It’s all you’ll want to say when you’re sitting at one of the thousands of little cafes that line the streets and you’re looking at a menu full of...

Hélène, her eyes once more raised and remote, was deep in a dream. She was Lady Rowena, she was in love, with the deep peaceful passion of a noble soul. This spring morning, the loveliness...