You belong to me and all Paris belongs to me and I belong to this notebook and this pencil.

A writer's problem does not change. He himself changes and the world he lives in changes but his problem remains the same. It is always how to write truly and having found what is true, to project it is such a way that it becomes a part of the experience of the person who reads it.

There was no really good true war book during the entire four years of the war. The only true writing that came through during the war was in poetry. One reason for this is that poets are not arrested as quickly as prose writers.

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.

The sea is the same as it has been since before men ever went on it in boats.

But did thee feel the earth move?

I love you for all that you are, all that you have been, all that you're yet to be.