What is man, when you come to think upon him, but a minutely set, ingenious machine for turning with infinite artfulness, the red wine of Shiraz into urine?

I start with a tingle, a kind of feeling of the story I will write. Then come the characters, and they take over, they make the story.

Then Martine said: "So yuo will be poor now all your life, Babette?" Poor?" said Babette. She smiled as if to herself. "No, I shall never be poor. I told you that I am a great artist. A great artist, Mesdames, is never poor.We have something, Mesdames, of which other people know nothing.

When you have caught the rhythm of Africa, you find out that it is the same in all her music.

There are things which cannot be carried through even with the good will of everybody concerned

We must leave our mark on life while we have it in our power.

What is man, when you come to think upon him, but a minutely set, ingenious machine for turning with infinite artfulness, the red wine of Shiraz into urine?