But by the time that I had nothing left, I myself was the lightest thing of all for fate to get rid of.

The entire being of a woman is a secret which should be kept.

I felt that Paris was illuminated by a splendor possessed by no other places.

Within our whole universe the story only has the authority to answer that cry of heart of its characters, that one cry of heart of each of them: "Who am I?"

Here I am, where I am supposed to be.

The flamingoes are the most delicately colored of all the African birds, pink and red like a flying twig of an oleander bush. They have incredibly long legs and bizarre and recherché curves of their necks and bodies, as if from some exquisite traditional prudery they were making all attitudes and movements in life as difficult as possible.

I think all sorrows can be borne if you put them into a story or tell a story about them.