… she was a pudding of immaturity and precocious wisdom that had not yet set into a stable mold.
How can you be kissing at a time like this? Have you no respect for the dead?
Never run upstairs when someone’s chasing you. Don’t try to quick-draw a man who already has his gun out. Never light a match in the dark in a strange building. Half of staying safe is just keeping your head and being prudent.
It wasn’t playing both sides of the fence – it was betting against yourself but still playing to win – and it encapsulated everything absurd and paradoxical that I loved about the French.
And I had just kissed my ex-girlfriend, who had cried, while my current girlfriend was in jail. So far, it had not been my best day.
I congratulate you on your success stealing the painting.
There are only two things in life,’ Bergé said. ‘Love and beauty.
This was a crime of passion, but unlike most crimes of passion, it had been meticulously and diabolically well-planned.
Bergé’s yelling had attracted the attention of everyone in the Kibati hall: champagne flutes stopped halfway to heavily painted lips, eyes widened, massive diamonds groaned scornfully in their settings. It was a stationary riot.
On the morning after the daring theft of a priceless James Ensor painting from the Grand Palais in Paris, I was allowed to leave the Les Halles Police Station after only a few hours of questioning.