One cat just leads to another.

I've seen you, beauty, and you belong to me now, whoever you are waiting for and if I never see you again, I thought. You belong to me and all Paris belongs to me and I belong to this notebook and this pencil.

I always worked until I had something done and I always stopped when I knew what was going to happen next. That way I could be sure of going on the next day.

But Paris was a very old city and we were young and nothing was simple there.

I don't like to leave anything,' the man said. 'I don't like to leave things behind.

The world breaks everyone or nearly everyone, of their childish illusions, assumptions and wishes, often painfully and afterwards due to the personal growth in practical experience, insight and the resulting wisdom many are strong at the broken places just like mended broken bones often are, and some people even have the great insight to be grateful for the purifying fire.

When people talk, listen completely. Most people never listen.