A Paris Apartment

Americans and their quest for perfection,” Luc said. “One day you will learn it’s not achievable. It’s not even something you want. So,

Americans and their quest for perfection,” Luc said. “One day you will learn it’s not achievable. It’s not even something you want. So, ma chérie, here is the question I pose to you. What will you do now? You cannot worry about what you didn’t do. What will you do going forward? This is the only way to find your answers.

April remembered her hesitation when she first stepped into Marthe’s apartment and saw the dust-caked furniture clumped in groups and shrouded from the outside. Assessing so many pieces seemed dauntingly hopeless at the time, never mind the matter of how to make sense of the assets’ meaning and value. Still, April dug in and ultimately found what she needed. Provenance mattered. History mattered. But it could not guarantee what might happen next. Her marriage was no less overwhelmed, no less cluttered. This time, though, April knew what kind of courage would be required, the honesty it would take, to root around until her hands cracked and fingernails bled. After tackling Marthe’s chaos, her own did not appear quite so bad. There was value there. And unlike with Madame de Florian, there were only two people who needed to see it.

Chouquettes. The perfect pastry. Puffed up. Light. They came in two versions, dusted with sugar granules or chocolate chips. April elected the sucre perlé. If you were in Paris your food might as well glitter. After

Dead bodies plus a hit of absinthe are really the best cure for that insane little man.

He did just spell out the particulars of an incestuous menage a trois in the same breath he used to order wine.

History mattered. But it could not guarantee what might happen next.

How, exactly, were beef and chocolate not in the same food family?

If you were in paris your food might as well glitter.

In hindsight it was an inappropriate reaction

It’s funny how quickly tomorrow becomes yesterday and then last week and then you run out of time.

It’s odd how something you’ve dreamed of half your life looks different once you get inside.

Life moves on, the world moves on, the seeds we plant continue to grow.

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Revenge. So many people are looking for it. So many people exact it. Yet no one ever tells you how empty it is. All this time I thought I’d feel better after putting one over on Jeanne. Is it possible I actually feel worse?

Still, this was Paris. You didn’t eat in bed when you were in Paris. You got out, you explored, you rolled home at an hour during which you were normally asleep. Usually you did this with someone else

There are the moments you know you’ll remember forever as soon they happen: your engagement, standing at the altar and saying “I do,” the news of your spouse cheating, someone saying the words “you’re fired.” All those beautiful and wretched pieces of news available on your personal movie reel at any second and until the end of time. Still,

There was a pact, unspoken but a pact all the same. You couldn’t keep punishing someone for the same crime no matter how badly you wanted to. Fish or cut bait. April was on the pier, whether she was coming or going she did not yet know.

This is life, ephemeral, transient. Just because it's gone doesn't mean it didn't happen.

Un singur lucru e bun când e?ti la nivelul cel mai de jos: nu te po?i uita decât în sus.

While the most important thing for a woman to have is money, the second most important is options. A lady must have her options.

Yes. It was awful. What sucks even more is that it happened at 'World Famous San Diego Zoo,' that whore of a tourist attraction that insists on forty-seven billboards on every highway and nonstop advertising loops on radio and television.