If you are lucky enough to have lived in Paris as a young man, then wherever you go for the rest of your life it stays with you, for Paris is a moveable feast.

Until you're grown-up they send you to reform school. After you're grown-up they send you to the penitentiary.

But did thee feel the earth move?

We are all apprentices in a craft where no one ever becomes a master.

Oh, darling, I've been so miserable.

How did we go bankrupt? Two ways. Slowly, and then all of a sudden.

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