Quotes About Marguerite

I don't believe there can be a poetic novel without political consciousness. I have a strong political conscience.

I would never write realistic prose. I don't like people who try to write in a poetic style, but in the course of their book abandon it for realism, and weave back and forth like drunkards between the surreal and the real.

All that remains of that minute is time in all its purity, bone-white time.

I had the face of pleasure, and yet I had no knowledge of pleasure. There was no mistaking that face.

Death came before the end of his story. When he was still alive it had already happened.

It is not that I despise men. If I did I should have no right, and no reason, to try to govern.

This Second Century appeals to me because it was the last century, for a very long period of time, in which men could think and express themselves with full freedom. As for us, we are perhaps already very far from such times as that.

that imperial guard which poets and humanists mount in relay around any great memory.

Is it experimental to have been influenced by the Bible? By Saint Augustine?

The story follows the whole family. But pretty much all the characters who are in jail have written a book about it, so you've got their perspective of it, however skewed they want you to see it.

We had a script that was really solid and we knew how we were going to shoot and how the energy of it was going to go. So it gave us a lot of freedom to use the camera as a character.

The old woman who had given her lessons in what may be called the life of indigence, was a sainted spinster named Marguerite, who was pious with a true piety, poor and charitable towards the poor, and even towards the rich, knowing how to write just sufficiently to sign herself Marguerite, and believing in God, which is science.

The first money I ever had was when I received an award from the American Association of University Women.

If you know anything about James Whitcomb Riley, you know that Little Orphan Annie is one of the most fantastic characters who ever lived in America before Charlie Chaplin.

chickened out. They had had a big argument. Marguerite's lips turned down in a pout when she thought

It is almost a matter of no account how far Marguerite will penetrate, whether she will ever be brought back or whether she will fall a prey to some wandering tramp—the sleepwalking of the infinite has seized upon her and never more will let her go.

Okay, why don't we practice your talking with Marguerite? OUT LOUD. I'll be her." Julius stared at him blankly. "Now?" "No, I was thinking maybe next April. Then you could maybe give her a call, arrange a date..." He arched his eyebrow in question, and snapped, "Yes, NOW.

The words emerge from her body without her realizing it, as if she were being visited by the memory of a language long forsaken.

As both lemons and pearl barley were now obtainable (1952), this refreshing drink formed part of one invalid menu....

It is to be remarked that, during this period, nearly all the women at the Court of France were called either Jeanne or Marguerite and the men Philippe, Charles or Louis, which does not make the historian's task any the easier and has frequently given rise to confusion.

For solace at this time of sadness and confusion, Marguerite turned to a source that would remain a refuge to her throughout her life: books.

DUMB AUTUMN SMELLS. The marguerite, unbroken, passed between home and chasm through your memory. A strange lostness was palpably present, almost you would have lived.