Sometimes I think of Paris not as a city but as a home.
New York seems conducted by jazz, animated by it. It is essentially a city of rhythm.
We do not see the world as it is. We see the word as we are.
You are the only woman who ever answered the demands of my imagination.
I am only responsible for my own heart, you offered yours up for the smashing my darling. Only a fool would give out such a vital organ
There is not one big cosmic meaning for all, there is only the meaning we each give to our life, an individual meaning, an individual plot, like an individual novel, a book for each person.