I say that is wine," Brett held up her glass. "We ought to toast something. 'Here's to royalty.'" "This wine is too good for toast-drinking, my dear. you don't want to mix emotions up with a wine like that. you lose the taste." Brett's glass was empty.

It is by riding a bicycle that you learn the contours of a country best, since you have to sweat up the hills and coast down them.

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

Write drunk; edit sober.

If you are lucky enough to have lived in Paris as a young man, then wherever you go for the rest of your life it stays with you, for Paris is a moveable feast.

My father was a deeply sentimental man. And like all sentimental men, he was also very cruel.

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