I have never been able to wear a hat. My hair is peculiar in that it grows so fast that any hat I put on instantly leaps from my head.

It is a city of villages, closely connected, each village dedicated to a different way of life.

Everything begins in Paris.

There are people whom one loves immediately and forever. Even to know they are alive in the world with one is quite enough.

I only really love a book when I have read it at least four times.

Only a fool would make the bed every day.

The world of books: romantic, idle, shiftless world so beautiful, so cheap compared with living.