“...She (her mother) noticed that I was prettier than I was at home. Thus do girls change color in the warmth of masculine desire, whether they are fifteen or thirty.” — 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 ladder or a knotted rope and he will carry me away on a motorcycle, off to a den where his subjects will be assembled. He'll say: 'Here is your new Queen.' And... and... it will be… — Colette Copy Share
“[Julie] had lived a great deal among lies, before plumping for a small life of her own, a sincere and restricted life from which all pretense, even in matters sensual, was banished. How many crazy decisions and allegiances to successive aspects fo the truth! Had she not, one day when her costume for a fancy dress had demanded short hair,… — Colette Copy Share
“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
