#paris

I think that my job is to observe people and the world, and not to judge them. I always hope to position myself away from so-called conclusions. I would like to leave everything wide open to all the possibilities in the world. ↗

— Haruki Murakami

#interview #job #judgement #observation #paris-review

Nothing is as tedious as the limping days, When snowdrifts yearly cover all the ways, And ennui, sour fruit of incurious gloom, Assumes control of fate’s immortal loom ↗

— Charles Baudelaire

#winter #paris

What can an eternity of damnation matter to someone who has felt, if only for a second, the infinity of delight? ↗

— Charles Baudelaire

#delight #paris

I should go to Paris and jump off of the Eiffel Tower. If I took the Concorde, I could be dead three hours earlier. ↗

— Woody Allen

#paris

You chose to come to Paris, of all places,” Mencheres replied. So what? Got something against the French? ↗

— Jeaniene Frost

#destined #early #grave #mencheres #paris

I am a cemetery by the moon unblessed. ↗

— Charles Baudelaire

#moon #paris

Dangerous as a lightning strike, as lethal as a pair of crisscrossing short swords, William whispered, “You’re about to find out how your liver tastes, my friend.” “I have tasted it already,” Zacharel said, his voice its usual monotone. The snowflakes began to fall in earnest, tiny at first, but growing in diameter. An arctic wind blustered around him. “It was a bit salty.” How the hell was a guy supposed to respond to that? Apparently William didn’t know, either, because he gaped at the angel. Then, “Maybe if you added a little pepper?” O-kay. It was official. William had an answer for everything. ↗

— Gena Showalter

#william-the-dark #zacharel #paris

Torn clothing littered the ground, more hung from bushes. Nick held up half a pair of white panties and grinned at me. "Wild dogs? Or just Clayton?" "Oh God," I muttered under my breath. I walked over to snatch the underwear from him, but he held it over his head, grinning like a schoolboy. "I see Paris, I see France, I see Elena's underpants," he chanted. "Everyone's already seen much more than that," Jeremy said. "I think we can safely resume the search." Peter plucked Clay's shirt from a low-hanging branch and held it up, peering through a hole in the middle. "You guys can really do some damage. Where's the hidden video when you need it?" "So this--uh--wasn't done by wild dogs?" one of the searchers said. Peter grinned and tossed the shirt to the ground. "Nope. Just wild hormones.

— Kelley Armstrong

#jeremy #nick #peter #torn-clothes #wild-hormones

Welcome to Paris, Anna. I'm glad you've come. ↗

— Stephanie Perkins

#british-boys #etienne-st-clair #romance #swoon #paris

Sienna, meet Zacharel. He's a warrior angel for the One, True Deity. Zacharel, meet Sienna. She's mine. ↗

— Gena Showalter

#sienna #zacharel #paris