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1 " She no longer rubbed shoulders with clouds and heights, sunset and dawn, but with men stinking of goat. "
― Jean Giono , Ennemonde
2 " L'été est étincelant et bref. Il s'arrache au printemps en cinq jours, il s'épanouit en vingt, il se convulse en dix et c'est l'automne. "
3 " Everything here was mean and dirty, the people ate worms. "
4 " The gods of this land are monsters. "
5 " He called his horse Bicou, he called the child Bicou, and to hell with it. "
6 " Now, once one has got to know these people at all, it's apparent that they love the wind to distraction and that they'd even pay to have wind. They've no need to pay, they've got it, solidly and permanently. "