There is something very independent about French balloons - you feel you couldn't make a pet of one.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
All my life, I have loved balloons - all balloons - the heavy English sort, immense and round, that have to be pushed about, and the gay, light, gas-filled French ones that soar into the air the moment you let go of them.
The balloons only have one life and the only way of finding out whether they work is to attempt to fly around the world.
The French are very individualistic.
The fun is in figuring out why the French are susceptible to such tripe.
French are what they are without excusing themselves to be.
It is not that the French are not profound, but they all express themselves so well that we are led to take their geese for swans.
I couldn't get along with the French.
When I got to France I realized I didn't know very much about food at all. I'd never had a real cake. I'd had those cakes from cake mixes or the ones that have a lot of baking powder in them. A really good French cake doesn't have anything like that in it - it's all egg power.
We have a saying in France. A dog doesn't make a cat.
It's so French to be a cat person.