I would walk along the quais when I had finished work or when I was trying to think something out. It was easier to think if I was walking and doing something or seeing people doing something that they understood.

To stay in places and to leave, to trust, to distrust, to no longer believe and believe again, . . . to watch the snow come, to watch it go, to hear rain on a tent, to know where I can find what I want.

Happiness in intelligent people is the rarest thing I know.

it wasn't by accident that the Gettysburg address was so short.

Oh, darling, you will be good to me, won’t you? Because we’re going to have a strange life.

I've been wondering about Dostoyevsky. How can a man write so badly, so unbelievably badly, and make you feel so deeply?

But you always fall for somebody else and then it's all right. Fall for them but don't let them ruin you.