Alexander: Your new lover looks like an off-brand, Pan-European Oscar Wilde.
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Two friends, on popularity.
Raj: People who know you, talk only of you.
Cecily: It’s a burden.
Raj: Yes, for everybody else.
Cecily: Do you know how difficult it is to be so well loved and poor?
Two friends, on hands.
Christian: Your hands are spindly and alluring.
Cecily: I use them to drive Italian men wild. Yesterday, a man named Marcello bought me a salad just so he could watch my hypnotic nails for an hour. My manicures pay for themselves.
Two Italians, on the night sun.
Carlo: The night sun is good.
Nicolas: You’re looking at a gas heater.
Carlo: But it is a gift — bright and lovely.
Alexander, on the Gap.
Alexander: I have a pathological terror of all reptiles. It’s almost as crippling as my fear of the Gap.
On Cecily’s habit.
Carlo: How lips that love could pause to smoke, I do not understand.
Two friends, on matters many times counted.
Cecily: You have captured my heart.
Carlo: But you have so many hearts. Your seventh heart loves me, I think. Your third heart is reserved for someone you do not know yet.
Cecily: Only my third heart? Well, it could be very practical that way, to only take reservations for one section of a public garden.
Carlo, on the difference between Rome and Paris.
Carlo: You know it’s a civilisation if they cut the watermelon. We are living amongst barbarians.
Raj to Cecily, on her version of work.
Raj: All you are doing is walking down the street saying hello to people, in the mornings, in the afternoons and in the evenings. You are not a socialite. Socialites do not wave to waiters.
An uncle and a niece, on salsa.
Maurice: I do not like dancing when couples are indecently making love on stage.
Cecily: I do.
Maurice: You like to show off. For me, love is somewhere over a cliff with the stars and the moonshine and wolves howling all around.
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