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

It is impossible to believe the emotional and spiritual intensity and pure, classic beauty that can be produced by a man, an animal, and a piece of scarlet serge draped over a stick.

No; that doesn't interest me.' 'That's because you never read a book about it.

One cat just leads to another.

When I saw my wife again standing by the tracks as the train came in by the piled logs at the station, I wished I had died before I had ever loved anyone but her.

Perhaps wars weren't won anymore. Maybe they went on forever. Maybe it was another Hundred Years' War.

Now is no time to think of what you do not have. Think of what you can do with that there is