We can see the film stars of yesterday in yesterday’s films, hear the voices of poest and singers on a record, keep the plays of dead dramatists upon our bookshelves, but the actor who holds his audience captive for one brief moment upon a lighted stage vanishes forever when the curtain falls.

I have no talent for making new friends, but oh such genius for fidelity to old ones.

I could not ask forgiveness for something I had not done. As scapegoat, I could only bear the fault.

A dreamer, I walked enchanted, and nothing held me back.

Watch that boy. He's going to startle somebody someday.

I wondered why it was that places are so much lovelier when one is alone.

there's something about Paris that gives you a mental slap all the time, and you can't just sit still and do nothing. You've got to work, to keep up with the pace, the sting in the atmosphere.