Author of quotes: Elsa Triolet

If we consider the genius of superlative talent, it is going ahead talented works, a work of genius always anticipates, ahead of its time...

The largest city, when it settles, shrinks, becomes small and provincial for you.
Each city has its own smell. And smell every thing gives her provincial home.

Remember... I was alone... Sometimes met in Montparnasse a beautiful woman. She lived with the man I adored, he was a handsome man, but a drunkard and a drug addict. One evening this man came to me, drunk as usual, and began to declare his love. He didn't want to leave... luckily, someone suddenly came and kicked him out. He started walking behind me. I was ashamed to look into the eyes of his wife, but she spoke to me first: "Small you have a soul,' she said, ' you can't love a man if he will throw up. You are able to go to the end... You need everything to be clean and beautiful. I despise you". Silently listening to these insults, I understand how she is suffering because the man she idolizes, is in someone disgusted...