It all seemed a hollow sham now - that strict code, that conscientious virtue that condemned her to the sterile joys of pious women! No, no, she'd had enough of that; she wanted to live!

Emile Zola
Profession: Novelist
Nationality: French
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Sin became a luxury, a flower set in her hair, a diamond fastened on her brow.
In my view you cannot claim to have seen something until you have photographed it.
The thought is a deed. Of all deeds she fertilizes the world most.
If something's just, I'll let myself be hacked to bits for it.