I love the night passionately... I love it with all my senses: I love to see it, I love to breathe it in, I love to open my ears to its silence, I love my whole body to be caressed by its blackness.

The English have only three sauces - a white one, a brown one and a yellow one, and none of them have any flavor whatever.

Travel, like dreams, is a door that opens from the real world into a world that is yet to be discovered

Champagne... the wine of kings, the king of wines

Whether we are describing a king, an assassin, a thief, an honest man, a prostitute, a nun, a young girl, or a stallholder in a market, it is always ourselves that we are describing.

We breathe love as we breathe air; we hold it in ourselves as we hold our thoughts. Nothing more exists for us.

Words dazzle and deceive because they are mimed by the face. But black words on a white page are the soul laid bare.