Sometimes I think of Paris not as a city but as a home.
Our love of each other was like two long shadows kissing without hope of reality.
Jazz is the music of the body.
It is a sign of great inner insecurity to be hostile to the unfamiliar.
My trunk, valises and my mind are overpacked.
the best way to remember a beautiful city or a beautiful painting is to eat something while you are looking at it. The flavor really helps the image to penetrate the body. It fixes it as lacquer does a drawing.