Carlo: Nicolas, you should have a harem of men like Cecily.
Nicolas: No. I have one woman per night and then she leaves.
Carlo: But really, that’s a kind of harem.
Nicolas: It’s not! I don’t ever intend to keep my women.
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Carlo, to Cecily, after returning from Italy.
Carlo: Without you I become a bourgeois.
Two friends, on being sober.
Arnaud: You are sober?
Cecily: Yes.
Arnaud: And the world is still colourful?
Cecily: Very much so.
Arnaud: Was it an accident, your sobriety?
Cecily, on herself.
Cecily: The only way I can think to classify myself is sui generis. That makes me feel so alone.
Two friends, on the Golden Ratio.
Vinnie: I would like to get your take on short legs and long torsos.
Cecily: With the right brain atop them both, they can be quite satisfactory.
Vinnie: Short legs and long torsos are an affront to the Fibonacci spiral.
Two friends, on Moleskine.
Charles: I bought my 2016 Moleskine today. Not sure if you use one.
Cecily: Is that a question you ask a creative polymath who has already desperately sold her soul to fine leather and great marketing many, many times before? Of course I do.
Two friends, on being cock-eyed enough.
Charles: Having someone work for you changes your perspective on the world.
Cecily: Yes. I need an assistant. And a mansion in Saint Germain. Then my perspective will be well enough cock-eyed to live my best life.
Two friends, on anchor’s aweigh.
Cecily: Yves just told me he may take a post in the symphony in Amsterdam. If he does, he leaves next week.
Charles: That’s a decidedly refined take on the old man-off-to-war story;”Cecily, I must serve in the orchestra in Amsterdam. I ship off tomorrow”.
Cecily, on dating.
Cecily: The problem is, I date like a man. And men like the company of other men. In dresses.
Cecily, on Mr. Right.
Cecily: Mr. Right is always right for a few weeks. Right now there are four Mr. Not-quite-right-but-good-for-winter-nights types.
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