...Don't insult readers by questioning the extent of their imaginations. Most need only to be nudged to solve a good mystery.

In Paris, the dance was everything. The dance of romance was what a man could remember in his old age. Didn’t all young Americans come to Europe in search of that kind of romance?

The French know the intrinsic value of holding on to the past, its pleasures, its promises, and its tender mercies.

This would become a lifelong pattern, sitting in my comfort zone high above the world in some sort of self-imposed exile.

There are people in this world so rich that when it rains they simply fly away on private jets in search of sun.

For anyone who wanted to throw away his watch, along with his past, this was the place.

How could I ever forget my best friend, the man, who had changed my destiny simply by allowing me to write about him?

In Paris, everything was fixable for the right price.

Beware. Those with the least amount of authority exercise it the most often.

In Paris, women were not considered interesting until they were middle-aged. The Mist of Montmartre

He had learned Lesson One: Let French women tell you what they want.

I made it greater, you always told me to forget the haters.

Never underestimate a determined woman!

And love is work. But it's the best kind of work there is.

Then I turned, and lifted up mine eyes, and looked, and beheld a flying roll.

Many things can cause us to worry, but a kind word or deed can do wonders. Sometimes that's all we need to feel better.

Rey is so strong. She's cool and smart and she can look after herself. Young girls can look at her and know that they can wear trousers if they want to. That they don't have to show off their bodies.

Things between us were dissolving like an ice cub in a glass: the smaller it got, the faster it disappeared.

Feel deeply to think clearly.

The only thing that can console one for being poor is extravagance.

The soul is the perceiver and the revealer of truth.