Every dreamer knows that it is entirely possible to be homesick for a place you've never been to, perhaps more homesick than for familiar ground.
My true friends always gave me this supreme proof of attachment: a spontaneous aversion to the man I loved.
He has shown himself to be someone who is worthy of my gratitude. For you understand, my child—Colette was again writing to Germaine Patat—everything I’m not speaking of in this letter.… Distance and...
Nothing remains to me except to be someone who has never acted in her own best interest, and who has never known a greedy passion except one: to cherish.
There's some instinctive attraction that draws you, as a writer, to your subject. And the attraction usually has to do with some primal personal thing that, of course, you have no idea about. In the e...
To cool off mind and body, she went rowing on the lake in the Bois. O healthy exercise, distract me from such thoughts that might unsettle a sturdy creature of my kind!
It is true that most of these men were closeted transgressors, while Colette played out her revolt in public. They were secretly attracted by her vital force. Their languor and formality were alien to...