Cities have sexes: London is a man, Paris a woman, and New York a well-adjusted transsexual.

Home is where the heart is and hence a movable feast.

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

Strangers used to gather together at the cinema and sit together in the dark, like Ancient Greeks participating in the mysteries, dreaming the same dream in unison.

Cities have sexes: London is a man, Paris a woman, and New York a well-adjusted transsexual.

For hours, for days, for years, she had wandered endlessly within herself but never met anybody, nobody.

In a world where women are commodities, a woman who refuses to sell herself will have the thing she refuses to sell taken away from her by force