It is bitter to think of one's best years disappearing in this unpolished country.

Perhaps it's better if I live in your heart, where the world can't see me. If I'm dead, there will be no stain on our love.

I never said, 'I want to be alone.' I only said, 'I want to be let alone!' There is all the difference.

It's midnight. One half of Paris is making love to the other half.

I like the sea: we understand one another. It is always yearning, sighing for something it cannot have; and so am I.

I don't like writers. They're dangerous people.

It could be so beautiful here if the Americans themselves had not made it so ugly with their big buildings, their millions of cars, and noise.