He stole horses' you'll say to yourself, 'and he didn't care for women; and but for my pride I'd have been with him now.

And I don't like books which are full of name dropping.

Because I want to; because I must; because now and forever more this is where I belong to be.

Men are simpler than you imagine my sweet child. But what goes on in the twisted, tortuous minds of women would baffle anyone.

When one is writing a novel in the first person, one must be that person.

... and through it all and afterwards they would be together, making their own world where nothing mattered but the things they could give to one another, the loveliness, the silence, and the peace.

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.