The people that I liked and had not met went to the big cafes because they were lost in them and no one noticed them and they could be alone in them and be together.
There is never any ending to Paris and the memory of each person who has lived in it differs from that of any other. We always returned to it no matter who we were or how it was changed or with what difficulties, or ease, it could be reached. Paris was always worth it and you received return for whatever you brought to it.
A writer should write what he has to say and not speak it.
He held her close and hard and inside himself he said goodbye and then goodbye and goodbye.
I sometimes think my style is suggestive rather than direct. The reader must often use his imagination or lose the most subtle part of my thought.
Don't ever kid yourself with too much dialectics.