Idézetek 3
Emerson
Adrien: Will you come?
Paul: To Paris? You want me dead? Paris, where people say, „It's marvellous. Time here just flies by.” I don't want time flying by. I want to see the day slip by. Dawn's pale blue light… High noon… Sunset glowing all around us, like velvet on the Alpilles. In Paris, you get up, you go to bed. You see nothing.
