He would have liked to know that somebody wanted to keep him alive, that someone remembered him. He used to say that we exist as long as somebody remembers us.

It was a well-known fact that the richness of buttery foods led to the moral ruin and confusion of the intellect.

Paris is the only city in the world where starving to death is still considered an art.

You young people never say anything. And us old folks don't know how to stop talking.

It's the student who makes the teacher, not the other way around.

Disarmed, I realized how easily you can lose all animosity toward someone you've deemed your enemy as soon as that person stops behaving as such.

Nobody had noticed, nobody had paid attention, but, as usual, the essential part of the matter had been settled before the story had begun, and by then it was too late.