12 Quotes by Anne Berest

... [T]he letters of the alphabet (two Cs, a large D; the combination of Y, S, and L) belong on an ophthalmologist's chart. For the Parisienne, luxury should never be spelled out.

Go to the theater, to museums, and to concerts as often as possible; it gives you a healthy glow.

She never crosses the street where she's supposed to; she claims it's her rebellious side. People who wait in lines stress her out.

She drinks vodka in the evening and green tea in the morning.

Black is the color of celebration, the color of nights that never end...

MANTRA: “My demand as a woman is that my difference be taken into account and that I not be forced to adapt to the male model.

In short, you’re not a slave to the cult of the perfect body – so learn to make the best of what nature gave you.

Yes, she’ll admit that her charm is somewhat artificial. Et alors?

She’s Parisian, which is to say she’s melancholy. Her mood responds to the changing colours of her city. She can feel a sudden surge of sorrow or even hope for no reason at all. In the blink of an eye, all those lost memories and smells come flooding back, reminding her of loved ones who are no longer there. And time passing by.