Not the why but the what.

To have come on all this new world of writing, with time to read in a city like Paris where there was a way of living well and working, no matter how poor you were, was like having a great treasure given to you.

There are worse places to be than on your own.

We thought of wine as something as healthy and normal as food and also as a great giver of happiness and well being and delight.

For a long time now I have tried simply to write the best I can. Sometimes I have good luck and write better than I can.

The fish is my friend too...I have never seen or heard of such a fish. But I must kill him. I am glad we do not have to try to kill the stars. Imagine if each day a man must try to kill the moon, he thought. The moon runs away. But imagine if a man each day should have to try to kill the sun? We were born lucky; he thought

where a man feels at home, outside of where he’s born, is where he’s meant to go.