The old man looked at him with his sun-burned, confident loving eyes.

The better the writers the less they will speak about what they have written themselves.

The bicycle riders drank much wine, and were burned and browned by the sun. They did not take the race seriously except among themselves.

All good books have one thing in common - they are truer than if they had really happened.

In the spring mornings I would work early while my wife still slept. The windows were open wide and the cobbles of the street were drying after the rain.

Ezra was right half the time, and when he was wrong, he was so wrong you were never in any doubt about it.

But Paris was a very old city and we were young and nothing was simple there.