Quotes About Maman

It is difficult to resist a force of nature, Maman. His seduction is like all my senses struck by bolts of lightning.

It occurred to me that anyway one more Sunday was over that Maman was buried now, that I was going back to work, and that, really, nothing had changed.

When the snow began to fall, Maman was working in the shop, making Easter chocolates. Rabbits and chickens and baskets of eggs. Mendiants and nougatines. Nipples of Venus, and apricot hearts, and bitter orange slices. All wrapped up in cellophane, and tied with colored ribbons, and packed in boxes and sachets and bags, ready to give for Easter.