(1)I won’t sully my hands with him.
(2)Nor should you. That’s the first rule of politics, isn’t it? The man who orders the execution never drops the blade!
(1)It’s nothing but an encyclopedia of perversions. One man killed his wife after reading them.
(2)It’s a fiction, not a moral treatise.
1)Then how can we know who is truly good, and who is evil? 2)We can’t. All we can do is guard against our own corruption.
So come, I dare you…turn the page…
A kiss for every page!
Ah, you’ve come to read my trousers.
But we also fall in love; we build cities, we compose symphonies, and we endure. Why not put that in your books as well?
Conversations, like certain parts of the anatomy, always runs more smoothly when lubricated.
Do you mean to take us all down with you?
Don’t come any closer Abbe, God’s watching.
have you got that you little bird?!?!
He’s a writer, not a madman.
I didn’t create this world of ours! I merely recorded it!
I write what I see, the endless procession to the guillotine. We’re all lined up, waiting for the crunch of the blade… the rivers of blood are flowing beneath our feet… I’ve been to hell young man, you’ve only read about it.
I’ve been to Hell. You’ve only read about it.
If I wasn’t such a bad woman on the page, I couldn’t be such a good woman in life.
If you want to marty yourself, Abbey – do it for God, not a chambermaid.
In order to know virtue, we must acquaint ourselves with vice. Only then can we know the true measure of a man.
It’s an entire religion based on an oxymoron.
Some things belong on paper, others in life. It’s a blessed fool who can’t tell the difference.
We eat, we shit, we fuck, and we die!
We eat, we shit, we fuck, we kill, and we die.
Who deals with the Devil will pay the Devil’s prize.
Why should I love God? He strung up his only son like a side of veal. I shudder to think what he’d do to me.
You can’t be a proper writer without a touch of madness, can you?
You can’t be a proper writer without a touch of madness.
You know how I define idealism, Monsieur Delbenet? Youth’s final luxury.
You know how I define idealism…youth’s final luxury.
You’re not the anti-Christ. You’re only a malcontent who knows how to spell
You’re not the anti-Christ. You’re only a malcontent who knows how to spell.
You’ve already stolen my heart… as well as another more prominent organ, south of the Equator.
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