January, month of empty pockets! let us endure this evil month, anxious as a theatrical producer's forehead.
Sidonie Gabrielle ColetteI did not look for her, because I was afraid of dispelling the mystery we attach to people whom we know only casually.
Sidonie Gabrielle ColetteA few days later, I found my mother beneath the tree, motionless with excitement, her head turned toward the heavens in which she would allow human religions no place.
Sidonie Gabrielle ColetteSmokers, male and female, inject and excuse idleness in their lives every time they light a cigarette.
Sidonie Gabrielle ColetteTo write is to pour oneโs innermost self passionately upon the tempting paper, at such frantic speed that sometimes oneโs hand struggles and rebels, overdriven by the impatient god which guides it - and to find, next day, in place of the golden bough that bloomed miraculously in that dazzling hour, a withered bramble and a stunted flower.
Sidonie Gabrielle Colette