Quotes About French

I love chocolate cake. I'm French. I also love cheese and bread, so I could just live on that. But I can't do that to myself, so I have to moderate.

French design hardly exists, except as artificial modernism.

There's so much that can be learned from French cooking, especially really traditional, more modest meals.

We knew of Sartre and we dressed like the French existentialists. Our philosophy then, and remember we were only little kids, was more in following their looks than their thoughts. We were going around looking moody.

As for the French language, it's probably one of the most beautiful in the world. I speak a little bit and I can follow conversations, but I think it will take time to improve myself.

My father is Jewish, and I look exactly like him... My mother is British, but she's of French extraction.

Sergeant Louis Loiselle was the nearest. Short and dark-haired, he was a former member of French parachute forces and had been detailed to DGSE some years before. Loiselle was vanilla, a utility infielder, good in everything but a nonspecialist specialist—like all of the men, a weapons expert, and, his file said, a brilliant marksman with pistol and rifle. He had an easy, relaxed smile with a good deal of confidence behind it.

But his main character flaw was that of so many French revolutionaries: a zeal for human rights so self-righteous that it translated into intolerance for the actual human beings around him. Brissot

The Republic can count on me to battle its enemies... Offensive war suits the passionate character of the French, but it is the responsibility of the man in charge of leading them to prepare with caution and wisdom everything that leads to victory.

Suddenly Paris fashion-that bellwether for the French mind-had to be à l'Amérique: tailors manufactured insurgent coats and lightning-conductor dresses (in honor of Ben Franklin, with two wires hanging to the ground).

Faites de beaux rêves, monsieur, she called as she put out the light. Switters had always loved that expression, Make fine dreams. In contrast to the English, Have sweet dreams, the French implied that the sleeper was not a passive spectator, a captive audience, but had some control over and must accept some responsiblity for his or her dreaming. Moreover, a fine dream had much wider connotations than a sweet one.

Claude and Marcel LeFever were speaking in French. This simultaneous English translation is being beamed to the reader via literary satellite.)

Le goût juif, the French said.

The reason Vichy was acceptable to most French people after the defeat of 1940, for example, was not that it pleased them to live under a regime that persecuted Jews, but because Pétainist rule allowed the French to continue leading their lives in an illusion of security and normality and with minimum disruption. How the regime treated Jews was a matter of indifference: the Jews just hadn't mattered that much. And much the same was true in most other occupied lands.

The French translation of 'a black hole has no hair' is so obscene that French publishers resisted it vigorously, to no avail.

First things first: Marie Antoinette never said, 'Let them eat cake.' Those words were attributed to an earlier French Queen, Marie-Therese, the wife of the Sun King Louis XIV. By 1767---a year in which Marie Antoinette was still an innocent German-speaking twelve-year-old in Austria....

Le…feb…vre…Ah, yes. You purse your lips as though you were going to kiss some lucky gentleman. Lefebvre.

Brunch, a meal invented by rich white chicks to rationalize day drinking and bingeing on French toast.

What's the only thing more sexless than lunch? Brunch, a meal invented by rich white chicks to rationalize day drinking and bingeing on French toast.

For all their worshipful attention to Americans and American machinery, the French didn't like them much.

This piece of shit just propositioned the French detective. What's wrong with my translation program?'' ''Let me have a shot.'' Peabody came around the desk, began to fiddle as she studied the monitor. ''She's very attractive. Let's not blame the computer for trying.

She could tell him how he smelled. So good. Like the crisp, clear mountains.Tu sens bon. Comme les montanges. He arched a brow, his lids dropping partway closed. Tu es sexy. Je tiens à vous lécher partout. Oh, God. He understood.

he walked the French roads at night devising curses out of his innocent stock of words. He

I'd rather be thought as an international actress rather than a French one. Because I don't know what's coming up for me, my ambition is not to be typecast. So I'm working on my English accent, as well as my American one. I don't want to be like 'Okay, I'm French, and I want to succeed in Hollywood!'