Cecily: I just wanted to drop my cigarette and my half-full glass of wine, and be in his arms. Instead I smiled and delivered a gushing, witless compliment. In the end I was both too warm and too cold, because I could not commit to either.
Alexander: Has true vulnerability occurred to you? Or rather, have you seriously entertained it? Perhaps you needn’t look further than yourself when choosing a persona, at least in this case.
Cecily: I am in bed, dying of tuberculosis or similar.
Arnaud: You will never rule the world; you cannot tame a small bacterium.
Cecily: I support all creatures under my benevolent rule. I am so generous, I’m letting a colony live in me for a little while because I believe in biodiversity.
Arnaud: Biodiversity has settled its new capital city in your lungs: splendid.
Cecily: Tell me something new.
Arnaud: I finally found the political system that could be better than democracy.
Cecily: Autocracy? Putin and I found it ages ago.
Alexander: I give up. I am going to die a spinster, waiting on a man to text me while he galavants about the town with his fling of the week. I feel ill, dizzy and sad. I need real, non-vegan food.
Arnaud: Hunger motivates me to do too many things (sounds like Zola).
Cecily: The point of hunger is to make us realise we are not dead, until finally we die (Camus).
Carlo: Umbrellas are like women. To forget.
Carlo: You have a very interesting stomach. It is like a hangar for a plane.
Rahoul: He’s a lord with scary tattoos. Actually, he’s more a loan shark than a lord…
Carlo: Do not play with sentiment.
Cecily: I am not playing with it, I am seeking it.
Carlo: Paris is to love. America is to divorce. If you want to conserve sentiment, never go to the United States.
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