Giraudoux

I'm not afraid of death. It's the stake one puts up in order to play the game of life.

The secret of success is sincerity. Once you can fake that you’ve got it made.

Med mindre Frøkenen har oppfunnet en tirsdag som faller på en mandag, kan jeg ikke hjelpe henne.

I remember a time when a cabbage could sell itself by being a cabbage. Nowadays it’s no good being a cabbage – unless you have an agent and pay him a commission. Nothing is free anymore to sell itself or give itself away. These days, Countess, every cabbage has its pimp.

ANDROMAQUE

[Mon fils] ne sera pas lâche. Mais je lui aurai coupé l’index de la main droite.

HECTOR

Si toutes les mères coupent l’index droit de leur fils, les armées de l’univers se feront la guerre sans index... Et si elles lui coupent la jambe droite, les armées seront unijambistes... Et si elles lui crèvent les yeux, les armées seront aveugles, mais il y aura des armées, et dans la mêlée elles se chercheront le défaut de l’aine, ou la gorge, à tâtons...

ANDROMAQUE

Je le tuerai plutôt.

HECTOR

Voilà la vraie solution maternelle des guerres.

Sadness flies on the wings of the morning, and out of the heart of darkness comes the light.

ISABELLE

Je viendrai... Je viendrai... Mais je n'ai pas le sentiment que je serai particulièrement forte et volontaire, une fois disparue. Je sens très bien au contraire que ce qui me plaira dans la mort, c'est la paresses de la mort, c'est cette fluidité un peu dense te engourdie de la mort, que fait qu'en somme, il n'y a pas des morts, mais uniquement des noyés...

O Dieu, si tu veux que jamais plus femme n'élève la voix, crée enfin un homme adulte!

Only the mediocre are always at their best.

v. It would be very odd if two poets were killed in the same way...

May on Lake Asquam, by Jean Giraudoux

-Jeg trekker meg tilbake til en verden der styggheten eksisterer.

These days, Countess, every cabbage has its pimp.

Nothing is ever so wrong in this world that a sensible woman can't set it right in the course of an afternoon.

This woman could call upon the earth and the heavens to do her bidding. But she gave up her power to be human. Write this into your record, Judge — this Ondine was the most human human being that ever lived. She was human by choice.

A faithful woman looks to the spring, a good book, perfume, earthquakes, and divine revelation for the experience others find in a lover. They deceive their husbands, so to speak, with the entire world, men excepted.