Music is only love looking for words.

All artists today are expected to cultivate a little fashionable unhappiness.

Does not everything depend on our interpretation of the silence around us?

Love is like trench warfare - you cannot see the enemy, but you know he is there and that it is wiser to keep your head down.

The national characteristics... the restless metaphysical curiosity, the tenderness of good living and the passionate individualism. This is the invisible constant in a place with which the ordinary tourist can get in touch just by sitting quite quietly over a glass of wine in a Paris bistro.

Shyness has laws you can only give yourself; tragically to those who least understand.

I don’t believe one reads to escape reality. A person reads to confirm a reality he knows is there, but which he has not experienced.