“When I was born I was so surprised I didn't talk for a year and a half.” 

― Irène Némirovsky

“All the light of the day, fleeing the earth, seemed for one brief moment to take refuge in the sky; pink clouds spiralled round the full moon that was as green as pistachio sorbet and as clear as glass; it was reflected in the lake.” 

― Irène Némirovsky, Suite Française