Quotes from Beatrice Colin

She tried to smile but her face,she noticed with a jolt,was one that had been configured for tradgedy.

Without moving he had glanced down at her head, at the steady rise and fall of her breath. She had a tiny mole on the lobe of her left ear. Did she know it was there? It was a lover's privilege to know another's body almost better than she herself did.

You think of me like a book?' 'Of course,' she said. 'To open your pages is to be taken into another world.

Seeing the world is the greatest thing a man can do.

His style was the exact opposite of his technical work; his line was loose, economical, free. And he wanted to capture what he couldn't keep, the fleeting, the transient.

My work is a means of discovery – about the world, about history, about myself!

To call you a whore," Emile said, "would be to denigrate a profession. No, sir, you are a cunt.

The light was soft, diffuse, as if the sun itself had been wrapped in a white mourning veil. While fields of wheat whispered consolation to themselves, the hedgerows were filled with the bright shout of buttercups and champion, bluebells and cow parsley. Even in the shade the air was warm. It would be a good year for honey

But that night, the future was still blank. The film had not been shot, the bromide was still in its brown glass bottle. Nothing had been fixed.

Monroe started to play again. The piano was warming up, the keys firm beneath his fingertips, the pedals amplifying or dampening, the melodies he played rising up from beneath the lid in curves and curls as if they were printed on the air like Braille.

She had been warned at her convent school of the peril of toying with the male sex. Flirting was a sin, she was taught by the nuns, dangerous and pernicious, while coyness was indicative of an unstable mind

This is what she really thought of him; he was an engineer, not an artist. And yet, there was art in his work, in the soar of a structure and the arch of a bridge, in every framework of light and air and iron.