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Par piwijs, le 15/06/2008
Chroniques de San Francisco, tome 1 de
Armistead Maupin
Page 130
"Il y a de meilleurs moyens que le sexe pour créer des liens profonds. Et durables. Quand j'étais… petite, ma mère m'a dit un jour que si un couple marié mettait un centime dans un pot chaque fois qu'ils faisaient l'amour la première année, et puis retirait un centime pour chaque fois après ça, ils ne parviendraient jamais à épuise tous les centimes amassés."
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Chroniques de San Francisco, tome 3 : Autres chroniques de San Francisco de
Armistead Maupin
Le client regarda Ned d'un œil méprisant, puis reprit ses jérémiades.
- Évidemment, sur la terrasse il y a des fushias et il tirent sur le violet. Mais le violet ne va peut-être pas avec le jaune, qu'en pensez vous?
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- Toutes les fleurs vont ensemble, dit-il posément. Dieu n'est pas décorateur.
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Chroniques de San Francisco, tome 4 : Babycakes de
Armistead Maupin
La plupart des riches sont pénibles. Non parce qu’ils sont différents, mais parce qu’ils font semblant de ne pas remarquer la différence. (p. 17).
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Chroniques de San Francisco Tome 2: Nouvelles chroniques de San Francisco de
Armistead Maupin
Les chrétiens sont les seuls au monde qui s'agenouillent devant un instrument de torture, dit Michael en haussant les épaules. Si Jésus avait été martyrisé à notre époque, je suis sûr qu'on aurait tous des petites chaises électriques autour du cou.
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Par matorif, le 20/07/2008
Chroniques de San Francisco, Tome 7 : Michael Tolliver est vivant de
Armistead Maupin
Accablé à l'idée qu'il était passé à côté de certaines expériences, mon ami George décida, pour ses quarante ans, de brouter un carré de cresson à la première occasion. A l'en croire, ça n'a pas été une réussite. La dame qui s'était proposée pour cette noble initiative ayant eu l'idée de prendre une douche à la cannelle pour se rafraîchir, George éprouve désormais une aversion irréversible pour les petits pains de la même saveur. Vu qu'il bosse pour Southwest, il lui arrive d'être complètement anéanti quand lui parviennent en plein aéroport, les effluves de cannelle des Cinnabons chauds. Il y a des trucs qu'il vaut mieux éviter, il me l'a garanti
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Par Penelope, le 03/12/2010
Chroniques de San Francisco, tome 3 : Autres chroniques de San Francisco de
Armistead Maupin
Cela faisait maintenant presque trois ans que Michael Toliver était le gérant d'une jardinerie du Richmond District qui s'appelait Les Verts Pâturages. Le propriétaire de cette entreprise était le meilleur ami de Michel, Ned Lockwood, un type de quarante-deux ans tout en muscles qui était presque archétype du "pédé Grands-Espaces".
L'expression "pédé Grands-Espaces", dans la jargon personnel de Michael, s'appliquait à tous ceux qui s'occupent d'une manière virile des belles choses de la nature: pépiniéristes, jardiniers, forestiers, bûcherons - et quelques paysagistes. (Les fleuristes, évidement, étaient exclus de cette catégorie.)
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Mary Ann en automne de
Armistead Maupin
“Do you have many of those here?”
“What? Friends?” She shook her head. “Not anymore. I mean… it’s been a long time. I wouldn’t even know how to find them.”
“You should get on Facebook.”
“Oh… God no, Ben. I hate the Internet.”
“Why?”
“People get so ugly. I used to read the Chronicle online back in Darien, just to… you know… because I liked seeing the names of familiar places. But I was always tempted to read the… What’s that part where the readers write in?”
“The comment board?”
“Yeah. They’re so depressing. All those bitter people gloating about someone else’s death or calling someone ugly or just being really hideous to each other. I couldn’t handle it. It wasn’t the San Francisco I remembered.”
Ben handed her a bundle of kale. “That’s because they’re from Chico.”
She laughed. “Not all of them surely.”
“The thing about Facebook is that it‘s friendly. Most people use their real names, and you can block anyone who’s being an asshole. In my experience, people are usually nice… even a little bit corny sometimes.”
She (…) then looked up at him with a crooked smile. “Perfect for the old lady, in other words.”
He chuckled “I didn’t mean you were corny. I just thought you might the experience. It brings back the past like you wouldn’t believe. All sorts of people.”
"“That’s just it. Do I really want that?”
“Why not?”
(…) “I’ve pretty much kept the friends I wanted to keep. If you lose someone along the way, there’s usually a good reason, isn’t there?”
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Par Aela, le 06/03/2011
Chroniques de San Francisco, tome 1 de
Armistead Maupin
"I'm not coming home, Mom"
Silence. Then, dimly in the distance, a television voice began to tell Mary Ann's father about the temporary relief of hemorroids. Finally, her mother spoke: "Don't be silly, darling."
"Mom, .. I'm not being silly. I like it here. It feels like home already."
" Mary Ann, if there's a boy.."
"There's no boy. ... I've thought about this for a long time.."
"Don"t be ridiculous. You've been there five days!"
"Mom, I know how you feel, but.. well, it's got nothing to do with you and Daddy. I just want to start making my own life.. have my own apartment and all.."
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Mary Ann en automne de
Armistead Maupin
“He’ll be home soon,” Michael added. “He makes a point of it when he has a play date.”
She turned and looked at him. “A what?”
“A play date. Some hot daddy he met at the Y.”
"It took her a while to catch his drift, and then she couldn’t think of anything to say except: ”How do you do that?”
“How do I do what?”
“Not be jealous.”
“Who says I’m not?”
“Then why do you agree to it?”
"He shrugged. “It’s something we agreed on years ago. I think of it as the price of admission.”
"She frowned. “You make him sound like a ride at the fair.”
“Well…” He was trying to look devilish.
“Seriously, Mouse.Why?”
“Because men know how men are. I know how I was at Ben’s age. You know, too, actually. You were there.”
She appreciated this nod to their wicked youth, but she still wasn’t buying it. “But if two people are in love with each other, if they marry each other, for heaven’s sake…”
“… then they know enough not to make fucking the deal breaker. They know there’s something much more important.”
She wondered if this declaration was a not-so-oblique reference to her situation with Bob. “But there have to be rules, Mouse. There just do.”
“We have rules. Fill disclosure, for one thing. And we’re in bed with each other at the end of the day. Our commitment is for life, and we save our hearts for each other. That way we can have play and permanency. If monogamy becomes more important than fidelity, you’re bound to get hurt. It’s all the lying that clobbers you, not the sex.”
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Mary Ann en automne de
Armistead Maupin
“So they walked into the park through the Stanyan Street entrance, passing the usual array of bongo players, children and homeless people until they arrived at the AIDS Memorial Grove, a sunken dell full of redwoods and winding paths. They ate their lunch on the curving stone bench next to the Circle of Friends, where hundreds of names were engraved in ever-expanding circles, like ripples from a stone thrown into a pond
“Are these all dead people?” Otto asked, munching on his sandwich.
“Not all of them. Some are just donors. See… there’s Sharon Stone over there.”
Otto screwed up his face. “That’s kind of confusing, isn’t it? How can you pay your respects to them if you don’t know who is dead and who isn’t?”
She agreed with him and told him so. How badly, really, did Sharon Stone need to see her name in print? Wasn’t there a friend – or even some stranger – she could have memorialized instead? And Calvin Klein, for fuck sake. Why did he have to put his name here, of all places, when it was already on half the asses in the country?”
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