How did you go bankrupt?" Two ways. Gradually, then suddenly.

Any man's life, told truly, is a novel.

To be able to say: I loved this person, we had a hell of a nice time together, it's over but in a way it will never be over and I do know that I for sure loved this person, to be able to say that and mean it, that's rare. That's rare and valuable.

I drank a bottle of wine for company. It was Chateau Margaux. It was pleasant to be drinking slowly and to be tasting the wine and to be drinking alone. A bottle of wine was good company.

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

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

Sometimes you know the story. Sometimes you make it up as you go along and have no idea how it will come out.