Rome is ... an impossible compounding of time, in which no century has respect for any other and all hit you in a jumble at every turn.

Even the stupidest cat seems to know more than any dog.

Music or the color of the sea are easier to describe than the taste of one of these Armoricaines.

To be first-rate at anything you have to stake your all. Nobody's an artist 'on the side'.

How smartly September comes in, like a racing gig, all style, no confusion.

Rome is ... an impossible compounding of time, in which no century has respect for any other and all hit you in a jumble at every turn.

If you don't love life you can't enjoy an oyster; there is a shock of freshness to it and intimations of the ages of man, some piercing intuition of the sea and all its weeds and breezes. [They] shiver you for a split second.