You’re my religion. You’re all I’ve got.

There isn't any me. I'm you. Don't make up a separate me.

So this was how you died, in whispers that you did not hear.

Any man who eats dessert is not drinking enough.

Wine is one of the most civilized things in the world and one of the most natural things of the world that has been brought to the greatest perfection, and it offers a greater range for enjoyment and appreciation than, possibly, any other purely sensory thing.

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

A serious writer is not to be confounded with a solemn writer. A serious writer may be a hawk or a buzzard or even a popinjay, but a solemn writer is always a bloody owl.