“Their only chance to mix with royalty was while they played Bezique. They never played any other game but this one that had grown out of the French court: it was the game of the cavaliers, a game of waiting… — Lisa St. Aubin de Teran 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 my station. — 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 and stoked… — Lisa St. Aubin de Teran 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 the poison… — Lisa St. Aubin de Terán 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 of trees. — Lisa St. Aubin de Terán 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 my mind… — 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 its controlled… — 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 had grown… — Lisa St. Aubin de Teran 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 it, only… — Lisa St. Aubin de Terán Copy Share Image
