Posts Tagged: Colette

Colette (not me, the “real” one) on eye contact #quote #whosaidthat

Today, a moment with Colette… Not me. That Colette, the famous French author whom I honour in my pen name. When she raises her eyelids, it’s as if she were taking off all her clothes. ― Colette I think this

Colette (not me, the “real” one) on eye contact #quote #whosaidthat

Today, a moment with Colette… Not me. That Colette, the famous French author whom I honour in my pen name. When she raises her eyelids, it’s as if she were taking off all her clothes. ― Colette I think this

“Can’t you write a book that isn’t about love?” #quote #whosaidthat #curlmytoes

My pseudonym, kittens, is not a coincidence: But can’t you write a book that isn’t about love, adultery, semi-incestuous couplings and separation? Aren’t there other things in life? Henri de Jouvenal to Colette (he was her 2nd husband–of three) Yes. Yes, I

“Can’t you write a book that isn’t about love?” #quote #whosaidthat #curlmytoes

My pseudonym, kittens, is not a coincidence: But can’t you write a book that isn’t about love, adultery, semi-incestuous couplings and separation? Aren’t there other things in life? Henri de Jouvenal to Colette (he was her 2nd husband–of three) Yes. Yes, I

Colette on the abyss of voluptuaries

Voluptuaries, consumed by their senses, always begin by flinging themselves with a great display of frenzy into an abyss. But they survive, they come to the surface again. And they develop a routine of the abyss. “It’s four o’clock…  At

Colette on the abyss of voluptuaries

Voluptuaries, consumed by their senses, always begin by flinging themselves with a great display of frenzy into an abyss. But they survive, they come to the surface again. And they develop a routine of the abyss. “It’s four o’clock…  At