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

It is like a party all the time; nobody has to worry about giving one or being invited; it is going on every day in the street and you can go down or be part of it from your window.

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

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.

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

The Roman form of serenade is to race a motorcycle motor under the girl's window, but mufflers are not common in any situation; the only things as dearly loved as a good noise are breakneck speed and eye-splitting lights, preferably neon - all expressions of well-being, like a huge belly-laugh.

The fresh start is always an illusion but a necessary one.