They were nothing like the French people I had imagined. If anything, they were too kind, too generous and too knowledgable in the fields of plumbing and electricity.

We were a family who had come from nothing and now we had respect from French people of all sorts.

What's the trick to remembering that a sandwich is masculine? What qualities does it share with anyone in possession of a penis? I'll tell myself that a sandwich is masculine because if left alone for a week or two, it will eventually grow a beard.

I think that in France, we should do like the French people.

They have a saying, the French, that no woman, can be truly beautiful who is not also sometimes truly ugly.

Anything written in the French Revolution, that kind of era, is so poignant.