I do not know what I thought Paris would be like, but it was not that way. It rained nearly every day.

The hard part about writing a novel is finishing it.

The circus is the only fun you can buy that is good for you.

He was violating the second rule of the two rules for getting on well with people that speak Spanish; give the men tobacco and leave the women alone

Going to another country doesn’t make any difference. I’ve tried all that. You can’t get away from yourself by moving from one place to another. There’s nothing to that.

I believe that basically you write for two people; yourself to try to make it absolutely perfect; or if not that then wonderful. Then you write for who you love whether she can read or write or not and whether she is alive or dead.

That every day should be a fiesta seemed to me a wonderful discovery.