I have made love to ten thousand women.

I am at home everywhere, and nowhere. I am never a stranger and I never quite belong.

If each one of us could make just one other happy, the whole world would know happiness.

It was night and I could see a large and calm lake, reflecting the moon. Black mountains rose around it. I arrived from between two of these mountains, I looked at the lake and the moon, and that was it, nothing else happened.

I write fast, because I have not the brains to write slow.

Madame....gloatingly savored her words as earlier she had savored her pig's trotter.

The place smelled of fairgrounds, of lazy crowds, of nights when you stayed out because you couldn't go to bed, and it smelled like New York, of its calm and brutal indifference.