In Paris, you couldn't really turn around without seeing the result of lovers' bad decisions. An artist given to sexual excess was almost a cliché, but no one seemed to mind. As long as you were making something good or interesting or sensational, you could have as many lovers as you wanted and ruin them all.

Dogs are easy. If their tails are up and their eyes are soft, you're in.

Sometimes I wish we could rub out all of our mistakes and start fresh, from the beginning,' I said. 'And sometimes I think there isn't anything to us but our mistakes.

Not everyone out in a storm wants to be saved

All that was left for me was a terrible kind of paralysis, this waiting game, this heartbreak game.

Happiness is so awfully complicated, but freedom isn't. You're either tied down or you're not.

I would gladly have climbed out of my skin and into his that night, because I believed that was what love meant.