The Werewolf of Paris Quotes
The Werewolf of Paris
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“A real politician, and these were real politicians, never betrays his country to an outsider. He betrays it to himself. He is the enemy within.”
― The Werewolf of Paris
― The Werewolf of Paris
“Why should this one wolf be shut up for an individual crime, when mass crimes go unpunished? When all society can turn into a wolf and be celebrated with fife and drum and with flags curling in the wind? Why then shouldn’t this dog have his day too?”
― The Werewolf of Paris
― The Werewolf of Paris
“I have no money," I said severely, "and I have no time. I am busy!"
"Busy with what?" she asked innocently.
"Why my dear child, do you see all these books?”
― The Werewolf of Paris
"Busy with what?" she asked innocently.
"Why my dear child, do you see all these books?”
― The Werewolf of Paris
“But there was a strange shame here that he could not overcome. Oh, the terrible disgrace, the ignominy of it—possessing a mythical monster in one’s own family, in this age of science and enlightenment!”
― The Werewolf of Paris
― The Werewolf of Paris
“There are such ships, there are such logs in the swamps of our minds, and they rise to the surface of our thoughts for a moment, only to sink again. There are such ships sunk in the wastes of our lives. The years have washed over them. They are forgotten. And yet they rise, ghosts of a past that is ended. They float before us for a while to our own great astonishment, then they settle down again and are as if they never existed.”
― The Werewolf of Paris
― The Werewolf of Paris
“Here's my watch. If I wind it, it marks time. It exists. It is alive. If the spring breaks, it stops. It no longer marks the hour. It is dead. Time does not exist for it. Same with you, when your main spring is gone.”
― The Werewolf of Paris
― The Werewolf of Paris
“There was something compelling in his eyes. Something of that strange compulsion of an abyss. That invitation of the void, of great heights: Come, cast yourself down. Just let yourself go. How do you know it isn't sweeter than anything you have ever imagined or experienced in life? Why do you fear? Why do you fear what you do not know as yet? Come! Come!
Oh! the opium-sweet attraction of death!”
― The Werewolf of Paris
Oh! the opium-sweet attraction of death!”
― The Werewolf of Paris
“The peasantry was hardy and cheerful and paid its taxes to lord and priest generously and usually peacefully.”
― The Werewolf of Paris
― The Werewolf of Paris
“And there are, in the second place, werewolves that have but one body, in which the soul of man and of beast are at war. Then whatever weakens the human soul, either sin or darkness, solitude or cold, brings the wolf to the fore. And whatever weakens the beastly soul, either virtue or daylight, warmth or the companionship of man, raises up the human soul. For it is known that the wolf shrinks from that which invites the man.”
― The Werewolf of Paris
― The Werewolf of Paris
