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

I held out my arms to him and he came to me like a child.

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.

Life and death do not wait for legal action.

All autobiography is self-indulgent.

She had to live in this bright, red gabled house with the nurse until it was time for her to die... I thought how little we know about the feelings of old people. Children we understand, their fears and hopes and make-believe.

Writers should be read, but neither seen nor heard.