Never write about a place until you're away from it, because that gives you perspective

He had loved too much, demanded too much, and he wore it all out.

A girl came in the cafe and sat by herself at a table near the window. She was very pretty with a face fresh as a newly minted coin if they minted coins in smooth flesh with rain-freshened skin, and her hair black as a crow's wing and cut sharply and diagonally across her cheek.

There are events which are so great that if a writer has participated in them his obligation is to write truly rather than assume the presumption of altering them with invention.

Every man's life ends the same way. It is only the details of how he lived and how he died that distinguish one man from another.

My only regret in life is that I did not drink more wine.

Switzerland is a small, steep country, much more up and down than sideways, and is all stuck over with large brown hotels built on the cuckoo clock style of architecture.