“Put down everything that comes into your head and then you're a writer. But an author is one who can judge his… — Colette Copy Share Image
“There is no doubt that, if ever my heart were to call my master Chance by another name, I should make an excellent Catholic.” — Colette Copy Share Image
“The seventeenth of March. In other words, spring. Desmond, people who think themselves smart, I mean those in the height of fashion, women or… — Colette Copy Share Image
“The more sensitive the lunatic, the less able is he to resist this prying interest of the normal human being. I felt that Renée's… — Colette Copy Share Image
“My true friends always gave me this supreme proof of attachment: a spontaneous aversion to the men I loved.” — Colette Copy Share Image
“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… — Colette Copy Share Image
“Don't you think, that there are very few men who know, without raising their voice or changing their tone, to say...what has to be… — Colette Copy Share Image
“It can't drag on this way much longer," she said to herself. "One evening he'll whistle under my window, I'll go down by a… — Colette Copy Share Image
“[Julie] had lived a great deal among lies, before plumping for a small life of her own, a sincere and restricted life from which… — Colette Copy Share Image
“The seventeenth, Desmond! Come along at once; everything's all right. We're going to buy a huge bracelet for my wife, an enormous cigarette-holder for… — Colette Copy Share Image
“But when he said in his heart of hearts "Vinca!", the name inseparably linked with his friend, evoked the memory of sand, warm to… — Colette Copy Share Image
“Love...is also a form of poison, for to fall in love is to want and to need everything necessary for survival from one all-powerful… — Colette Copy Share Image
