A fairy tale is the kind of story in which one king goes to another king to borrow a cup of sugar

Out of the frying pan into the fire! What is marriage but prostitution to one man instead of many? No different!

The lovely Hazard girls', they used to call them. Huh. Lovely is as lovely does; if they looked like what they behave like, they'd frighten little children.

They were connoisseurs of boredom. They savoured the various bouquets of the subtly differentiated boredoms which rose from the long, wasted hours at the dead end of night.

Is not this world an illusion? And yet it fools everybody.

I will tell you what Jeanne was like. She was like a piano in a country where everyone has had their hands cut off.

Nostalgia, the vice of the aged. We watch so many old movies our memories come in monochrome.