A French Star in New York Quotes

“The beauty of the city still amazed her. Not a Monet. No ponds, flowers or rustic artistry. New York was more of a Picasso, a city teeming with geometrically dazzling beauty.”
― Anna Adams, A French Star in New York

“Do you know what this will do to you?” she asked. “I wonder at this Daniel Siwel guy for allowing interns to smoke in a workplace.” Things were definitely wrong in Soulville if the head of the legal department allowed this kind of freedom.”
― Anna Adams, A French Star in New York

“Theirs had been a beautiful tale of Beauty and the Geek, until the geek had broken Jazmine’s heart by going out with another geek.”
― Anna Adams, A French Star in New York

“qu’il faut souffrir pour être belle”
― Anna Adams, A French Star in New York

“I can fight. I’m no black belt, but I can still stand up for myself. This is how I would react if I ran into a werewolf in a dark alley with ominous music playing. Girls are sick of playing damsels in distress. We’re not in the Middle Ages, and this isn’t an Arthurian legend.” Maude took turns looking at each crew member and actor on the set. “What example would I be giving to girls all over this country if I were to roll over and let this thing bite me? Your sisters, girlfriends, wives, daughters. My character Mary doesn’t have to wait for Leonardo to save her. Forget about Mary and add a little Madeleine in this story!” she cried.”
― Anna Adams, A French Star in New York

“As an artist, I love a good scene. I could stamp my feet, take your bouquet, and throw it in your face, I could tell you how badly you acted, how you broke my heart, twice. Instead I’m giving you five minutes to leave the premises quietly without a fuss.” Jonathan”
― Anna Adams, A French Star in New York

“When he thanked Maude, she knew the camera would be on her, screening each twitch her face twisted into, so she did what any other dignified artist would do and stuck out her tongue.”
― Anna Adams, A French Star in New York

“Finding out about a lost niece, raised by wolves in the jungle of a remote French town was weird to say the least. Ordinary for all, but the Joneses, like the strand of hair sticking out from a tight bun, the red eyes that stood out from a Polaroid picture.”
― Anna Adams, A French Star in New York

“here. This party sucked big time,” he thundered as”
― Anna Adams, A French Star in New York