“It goes down like God in red velvet tights.”
–Frédérick Lemaître on his drink of choice.

Baptiste (to Garance):  “You are so beautiful.”
Garance:  “No, I’m just alive.”

Garance to Comte Édouard de Montray:
“Not only are you rich but you want to be loved like the poor. But what about he poor? Don’t deprive them of everything.”