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1 " Happiness. Simple as a glass of chocolate or tortuous as the heart. Bitter. Sweet. Alive. "
― Joanne Harris , Chocolat (Chocolat, #1)
2 " I could do with a bit more excess. From now on I'm going to be immoderate--and volatile--I shall enjoy loud music and lurid poetry. I shall be rampant. "
3 " The advantage of travel is that after a while you begin to realize that wherever you go, most people aren't really all that much different. "
4 " For a time, then, we stay. For a time. Till the changes. "
5 " The battle of good and evil reduced to a fat woman standing in front of a chocolate shop, saying, Will I? Won’t I? in pitiful indecision. "
6 " Sometimes survival is the worst alternative there is "
7 " Old habits never die. And when you've once been in the business of granting wishes, the impulse never quite leaves you "
8 " Knowledge is currency here.... "
9 " Places have their own characters. . . . But the people begin to look the same. "
10 " Life is what you celebrate. All of it. Even its end. "
11 " The process of giving is without limits. "
12 " I sell dreams, small comforts, sweet harmless temptations to bring down a multitude of saints crashing among the hazels and nougatines "
13 " To be closed from everything, and yet to feel, to think...This is the truth of hell, stripped of its gaudy medievalisms. This loss of contact. "
14 " Places do not lose their identity, however far one travels. It is the heart that begins to erode over time. The face in the hotel mirror seems blurred some mornings, as if by too many casual looks. By ten the sheets will be laundered, the carpet swept. The names on the hotel registers change as we pass. We leave no trace as we pass on. Ghostlike, we cast no shadow. "
15 " I liked her better for showing a little spirit. "
16 " A spider brings good luck before midnight and bad luck after. "
17 " The wind always brings us back to the same wall "
18 " Divination is a means of telling ourselves what we already know. "
19 " I carried recipes in my head like maps. "
20 " Guilleaume left La Praline with a small bag of florentines in his pocket; before he had turned the corner of avenue des Francs Bourgeois I saw him stoop to offer one to the dog. A pat, a bark, a wagging of the short stubby tail. As I said, some people never have to think about giving. "
