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 And love 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
miracles had to be paid for; only calamity was free. — Lisa St. Aubin de Terán Calamity 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 Accepting 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 Curator 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 Arches 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 Controlled 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 Cards 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 Barren Copy Share Image
