Paris that eternal monstrous marvel … the city of a hundred-thousand novels … a living creature, the great courtesan who — Honoré de Balzac
Paris that eternal monstrous marvel … the city of a hundred-thousand novels … a living creature, the great courtesan who — Honoré de Balzac
Paris that eternal monstrous marvel … the city of a hundred-thousand novels … a living creature, the great courtesan who — Honoré de Balzac
Paris that eternal monstrous marvel … the city of a hundred-thousand novels … a living creature, the great courtesan who — Honoré de Balzac
Paris that eternal monstrous marvel … the city of a hundred-thousand novels … a living creature, the great courtesan who — Honoré de Balzac
Paris that eternal monstrous marvel … the city of a hundred-thousand novels … a living creature, the great courtesan who — Honoré de Balzac
Paris that eternal monstrous marvel … the city of a hundred-thousand novels … a living creature, the great courtesan who — Honoré de Balzac
Paris that eternal monstrous marvel … the city of a hundred-thousand novels … a living creature, the great courtesan who — Honoré de Balzac
Paris that eternal monstrous marvel … the city of a hundred-thousand novels … a living creature, the great courtesan who — Honoré de Balzac
Paris that eternal monstrous marvel … the city of a hundred-thousand novels … a living creature, the great courtesan who — Honoré de Balzac
Paris that eternal monstrous marvel … the city of a hundred-thousand novels … a living creature, the great courtesan who — Honoré de Balzac
Paris that eternal monstrous marvel … the city of a hundred-thousand novels … a living creature, the great courtesan who — Honoré de Balzac
Paris that eternal monstrous marvel … the city of a hundred-thousand novels … a living creature, the great courtesan who — Honoré de Balzac
Paris that eternal monstrous marvel … the city of a hundred-thousand novels … a living creature, the great courtesan who — Honoré de Balzac
Paris that eternal monstrous marvel … the city of a hundred-thousand novels … a living creature, the great courtesan who — Honoré de Balzac
Paris that eternal monstrous marvel … the city of a hundred-thousand novels … a living creature, the great courtesan who — Honoré de Balzac
Paris that eternal monstrous marvel … the city of a hundred-thousand novels … a living creature, the great courtesan who — Honoré de Balzac
Paris that eternal monstrous marvel … the city of a hundred-thousand novels … a living creature, the great courtesan who — Honoré de Balzac
Paris that eternal monstrous marvel … the city of a hundred-thousand novels … a living creature, the great courtesan who — Honoré de Balzac
Paris that eternal monstrous marvel … the city of a hundred-thousand novels … a living creature, the great courtesan who — Honoré de Balzac
Paris that eternal monstrous marvel … the city of a hundred-thousand novels … a living creature, the great courtesan who — Honoré de Balzac
Paris that eternal monstrous marvel … the city of a hundred-thousand novels … a living creature, the great courtesan who — Honoré de Balzac
Paris that eternal monstrous marvel … the city of a hundred-thousand novels … a living creature, the great courtesan who — Honoré de Balzac
Paris that eternal monstrous marvel … the city of a hundred-thousand novels … a living creature, the great courtesan who — Honoré de Balzac
Paris that eternal monstrous marvel … the city of a hundred-thousand novels … a living creature, the great courtesan who — Honoré de Balzac
Paris that eternal monstrous marvel … the city of a hundred-thousand novels … a living creature, the great courtesan who — Honoré de Balzac
Paris that eternal monstrous marvel … the city of a hundred-thousand novels … a living creature, the great courtesan who — Honoré de Balzac
Paris that eternal monstrous marvel … the city of a hundred-thousand novels … a living creature, the great courtesan who — Honoré de Balzac
Paris that eternal monstrous marvel … the city of a hundred-thousand novels … a living creature, the great courtesan who — Honoré de Balzac
Paris that eternal monstrous marvel … the city of a hundred-thousand novels … a living creature, the great courtesan who — Honoré de Balzac
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Paris that eternal monstrous marvel … the city of a hundred-thousand novels … a living creature, the great courtesan whose face and heart and mind-boggling morals they know: “They” are the lovers of Paris.

— Honoré de Balzac
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Out of the corner of his eye, he saw another woman sitting over in a wing chair, a pleasantly attractive lady wearing th — Paul A. Myers, Paris 1935: Destiny's Crossroads
In Paris, you couldn’t really turn around without seeing the result of lovers’ bad decisions. An artist given to sexual — Paula McLain, The Paris Wife
I look to the right as I cross the bridge and smile to see the tip of the Eiffel Tower soaring over rooftops in the dist — Kristin Harmel, The Sweetness of Forgetting
...but you drank your black coffee by choice, believeng that Paris was sufficient alcohol. — Malcolm Cowley, Exile's Return: A Literary Odyssey of the 1920s
A beautiful white silk scarf was around her neck, tucked below the fur collar. Her lips were well painted into a bright — Paul A. Myers, A Farewell in Paris
Night came on, the lamps were lighted, the tables near him found occupants, and Paris began to wear that peculiar evenin — Henry James, Madame de Mauves
...was an elegant woman in a city of so many thousands of elegant women... — Ann Patchett, Bel Canto
She murmured, “I love the imagery of Sappho, the warm summer air across the velvety darkness, the lover between love’s t — Paul A. Myers, A Farewell in Paris
When he craved contact, he stopped in to visit the Cézannes and Monets at the Musée du Luxembourg, believing they had al — Paula McLain, The Paris Wife
Stuck in my own trap of writing about a nonsubject, I think I can defend my own self-respect, and also the integrity of — Christopher Hitchens
What lies behind you and what lies in front of you, pales in comparison to what lies inside of you. — Ralph Waldo Emerson
Reality seems valueless by comparison with the dreams of fevered imaginations reality is therefore abandoned. — Emile Durkheim