Beatrice Colin > Quotes

“She tried to smile but her face,she noticed with a jolt,was one that had been configured for tradgedy.”
― Beatrice Colin

“Without moving he had glanced down at her head, at the steady rise and fall of her breath. She had a tiny mole on the lobe of her left ear. Did she know it was there? It was a lover's privilege to know another's body almost better than she herself did.”
― Beatrice Colin, To Capture What We Cannot Keep

“Париж бе град, който може да те възнагради и да те съсипе; може да те издигне до седмото небе и след това да те повлече към дъното…”
― Beatrice Colin, To Capture What We Cannot Keep

“You think of me like a book?'
'Of course,' she said. 'To open your pages is to be taken into another world.”
― Beatrice Colin, The Songwriter

“The light was soft, diffuse, as if the sun itself had been wrapped in a white mourning veil. While fields of wheat whispered consolation to themselves, the hedgerows were filled with the bright shout of buttercups and champion, bluebells and cow parsley. Even in the shade the air was warm. It would be a good year for honey”
― Beatrice Colin, The Glass House

“Затова строяха тази кула, за да отпразнуват стогодишнината от Френската революция и да подарят на хората на Париж техния град – докъдето могат да го видят с очите си… Тук човек можеше да се издигне… тук можеше да види как животът долу си върви и всичко е на мястото си, всичко е създадено така, че да има смисъл.”
― Beatrice Colin, To Capture What We Cannot Keep

“Тя (кулата) не се опитва да бъде нещо, което не е. Нищо не е скрито и обратното също е вярно – нищо в града не може да се скрие. В ясен ден от върха ще се вижда всичко. Всичко ще бъде на показ в цялата си величествена прозрачност.”
― Beatrice Colin, To Capture What We Cannot Keep

“Seeing the world is the greatest thing a man can do.”
― Beatrice Colin, The Glass House

“My work is a means of discovery – about the world, about history, about myself!”
― Beatrice Colin

“She had been warned at her convent school of the peril of toying with the male sex. Flirting was a sin, she was taught by the nuns, dangerous and pernicious, while coyness was indicative of an unstable mind”
― Beatrice Colin, The Glass House

“This is what she really thought of him; he was an engineer, not an artist. And yet, there was art in his work, in the soar of a structure and the arch of a bridge, in every framework of light and air and iron.”
― Beatrice Colin, To Capture What We Cannot Keep

“She had not known then - it had simply never occurred to her - that not everyone had servants or an estate. The rude awakening came when she was a little older and was taken by her father to pay their respects to the families who had lost members in a refinery fire - there were always fires. She remembered the scratch of her Sunday clothes against her skin at the church service that seemed to last for hours, and then the walk along narrow dark streets, delivering toys to bereaved children, followed by the slow realization that whole families lived in houses smaller than a single stable and that some of the children were not wearing shoes even though it was cold enough for boots. It was then that she saw that her papa had two faces, one for family and one for the rest of the world. Over the next few years it came in small parcels of insight, each one more dreadful than the last:”
― Beatrice Colin, The Glass House

“But that night, the future was still blank. The film had not been shot, the bromide was still in its brown glass bottle. Nothing had been fixed.”
― Beatrice Colin, The Glimmer Palace

“Monroe started to play again. The piano was warming up, the keys firm beneath his fingertips, the pedals amplifying or dampening, the melodies he played rising up from beneath the lid in curves and curls as if they were printed on the air like Braille.”
― Beatrice Colin, The Songwriter

“His style was the exact opposite of his technical work; his line was loose, economical, free. And he wanted to capture what he couldn't keep, the fleeting, the transient.”
― Beatrice Colin, To Capture What We Cannot Keep

“To call you a whore," Emile said, "would be to denigrate a profession. No, sir, you are a cunt.”
― Beatrice Colin, To Capture What We Cannot Keep