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

Even a tourist can tell in a Roman street that he is in something and not outside of something as he would be in most cities. In Rome to go out is to go home.

Obviously, if you don't love life, you can't enjoy an oyster.

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.

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.