The French are connoisseurs of sadness, they know all kinds. This is why they have bidets.

“How much longer can I be so fucking cute?”

“It's the forties look," she says to George, hand on her hip, doing a pirouette.…”

“As it says in the Bible, For now we through a glass, darkly; but then face to f…”

“Don’t interfere with false gods, you’ll get the gold paint all over your hands.”