miracles had to be paid for; only calamity was free. — Lisa St. Aubin de Terán Calamity Copy Share Image
I knew, as every peasant does, that land can never be truly owned. We are the keepers of the soil, the curators… — Lisa St. Aubin de Terán Copy Share Image
Traveling is like flirting with life. It's like saying, 'I would stay and love you, but I have to go; this is… — Lisa St. Aubin de Terán Copy Share Image
My head was a desolate place and as barren as the bare hills of Le Marche. Until I began to build in… — Lisa St. Aubin de Terán Copy Share Image
“Like poetry, in times of intense emotion the image returns to me. Like poetry, it stroked my soul and, by turns, lulled… — Lisa St. Aubin de Teran Poetry Copy Share Image
The palace started as a single vaulted room and grew in proportion to my despair. It began as an exercise to keep… — Lisa St. Aubin de Terán Copy Share Image
A solitary traveler can sleep from state to state, from day to night, from day to day, in the long womb of… — Lisa St. Aubin de Terán Copy Share Image
Fine food is poison. It can be as bitter as antimony and bitter almonds and as repulsive as swallowing live toads. Like… — Lisa St. Aubin de Terán Copy Share Image
“Their only chance to mix with royalty was while they played Bezique. They never played any other game but this one that… — Lisa St. Aubin de Teran Copy Share Image
