Author of quotes: Anne and Serge Golon. Page 2

Right, courage to you not to take. Didn't you have serious reasons to fear my wrath?
- Of course. And so I thought the sooner we meet, the better. Nobody wins, delaying the moment of taking bitter medicine.

And along the way, she suddenly realized that it prevented her from establishing relations with her husband: my own experience of communicating with men. She knew too much about men, able to recognize their weaknesses and wanted to bind the husband, using proven weapon. But with Philip it could connect only virginal purity of young hearts. They were created in order to meet at sixteen, when both have experienced an insatiable curiosity, which I'm ashamed to admit, when the anticipation of mysteries still innocent, young body, covered in new, unexplored desire, still tremble with fear and modesty, content with little: a touch of the hand, a smile, a kiss, which opens the gates to Paradise.

- So you never knew love, said quietly Angelica, speaking rather to herself.
- Wrong! It seems to me that in this area my experience very rich and diverse.
- This is not a love, Philip.

One thing the thoughts, and another reality, between these concepts lies the abyss.

I would like to engage in the struggle of all poor and give them victory. But in order to climb, you need exceptional power... Unity, without which we consume alone. The leaven of rebellion, rotting away before you have time to approach the dough.

Almost naked and shivering, whispered Philip, sometimes hungry... abandoned to the care of the footmen or maids that I was corrupted. That's what my life has been here in this mansion one day I was supposed to inherit. But when talking about how to bring me to the light, there were no restrictions. The sumptuous costumes, the softest velvet, finest collars. The long hours, the Barber was busy with my hair. Ostentatious and when the show ended, I was in his dark room, lost in the maze of corridors. I've missed you. No one cared to teach me to read or write. I was happy when Messire de Colmar, seduced by my beautiful face, took me to the service.

Never met that girl? with a sigh asked the Marquis.
- Met. Through the many years. And realized that youth gives us a strange chimerical illusion, especially when it comes to first love. The girl became angry, determined, and in the end, more dangerous than all women combined. <...>
Philip, the baby girl still alive in me, and you know it.

"What would have happened if we'd met then? thought Angelica. We sheepishly looked at each other... he would have offered me an Apple. And we went in the moonlight, holding hands..." Two blonde Teens on the rustling alleys of the old Park, where deer sometimes wander from Galskogo forest... Two teenagers enrolled in an unspeakable happiness, that happiness can only be experienced in sixteen years, when I want to die on a feather bed of moss, kissing in the shade of the trees... Angelica would never have learned about the mystery casket with poison... Maybe her whole life would have turned out differently...

Sometimes the memory of the artist creates is better than the reality.

I was obliged to kill this wolf, and your fate I did not care. Don't laugh, you piss me off. You, like any woman, I suppose, that it is beautiful and that everyone is willing to die for you. I do not belong to this breed of men. Someday you will understand if you do not understand so far: I'm a wolf.

Sir, name your seconds, I'm at your service...
Is my wife services everyone.

- You are mistaken. I have no kindness. I just can't see how purebred animals suffer in childbirth. And that's all. I was obliged to help you. But my opinion of the human race in General, and on women in particular, have not changed. However, I often ask myself, being so close to the animals allow themselves to show some pride. That morning you were not proud. And as usual rebellious bitch that whelps in the kennel, had found solace in the gentle hand of the owner.
- Let's say. But you have a miserable philosophy. It just so happened that you have a better understanding of animals than people, and therefore judge people by their standards. For you woman is a strange cross between dog, wolf and cow.
- Add to this the cunning serpent.

Oh, right, I forgot... We received a different upbringing. If my memory is correct, you are a child, running barefoot, eating cabbage soup and listened to Ghost stories. In such circumstances, it is easy to grow under parent supervision. In Paris, at court, the mother does not have time even for my own child.

My sword belongs to the king, Monsieur. I never exposed her for the whore.
- I'm being cuckolded, sir! - he shouted, drunk with anger. And I insist that you demanded satisfaction.