There is never any ending to Paris and the memory of each person who has lived in it differs from that of any other. We always returned to it no matter who we were or how it was changed or with what difficulties, or ease, it could be reached. Paris was always worth it and you received return for whatever you brought to it. But this is how Paris was in the early days when we were very poor and very happy.

Clearly I miss Him, having been brought up in religion. But now a man must be responsible to himself.

The hard part about writing a novel is finishing it.

French is the language of diplomacy. Spanish is the language of bureaucracy.

This was a big storm and he might as well enjoy it. It was ruining everything, but you might as well enjoy it

What is moral is what you feel good after.

Some lived in it and never felt it but he knew it all was nada y pues nada y nada y pues nada.