In a revolution, as in a novel, the most difficult part to invent is the end.

What you see is not what wee se. What you see is distracted by memory, by being who you are, all this time, for all these years.

What if, when Tracy Austin writes that after her 1989 car crash, 'I quickly accepted that there was nothing I could do about it,' the statement is not only true but exhaustively descriptive of the entire acceptance process she went through?

For me, French is so rich and so sacred that learning it is like learning a foreign language.

Written By Fabrice Luchini

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