The best ammunition against lies is the truth, there is no ammunition against gossip. It is like a fog and the clear wind blows it away and the sun burns it off.

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.

No subject is terrible if the story is true, if the prose is clean and honest, and if it affirms courage and grace under pressure.

The house was built on the highest part of the narrow tongue of land between the harbor and the open sea. It had lasted through three hurricanes and it was built solid as a ship.

If the others heard me talking out loud they would think that I am crazy. But since I am not, I do not care.

Anyone can be a fisherman in May.

There are only two places in the world where we can live happy: at home and in Paris.