Because we would not wear any clothes because it was so hot and the windows open and the swallows flying over the roofs of the houses and when it was dark afterward and you went to the window very small bats hunting over the houses and close down over the trees and we would drink capri and the door locked and it hot and only a sheet and the whole night and we would both love each other all night in the hot night in Milan. That was how it ought to be.

You belong to me and all Paris belongs to me and I belong to this notebook and this pencil.

A writer should be of as great probity and honesty as a priest of God. He is either honest or not, as a woman is either chaste or not, and after one piece of dishonest writing he is never the same again.

Hesitation increases in relation to risk in equal proportion to age.

I loved you when I saw you today and I loved you always but I never saw you before.

It's harder to write in the third person but the advantage is you move around better.

What is moral is what you feel good after.