He decided in favor of life out of sheer spite and malice.

...talent means nothing, while experience, acquired in humility and with hard work, means everything.

He succeeded in being considered totally uninteresting. People left him alone. And that was all he wanted.

He had preserved the best part of her and made it his own: the principle of her scent.

He realized that all his life he had been a nobody to everyone. What he now felt was the fear of his own oblivion. It was as though he did not exist.

People left him alone. And that was all he wanted.

Not a visible enthusiasm but a hidden one, an excitement burning with a cold flame.

She was indeed a girl of exquisite beauty. She was one of those languid women made of dark honey smooth and sweet and terribly sticky.

...he came to the conclusion that you cannot depend on people, and that you can live in peace only if you keep them at arm's length.

He who ruled scent ruled the hearts of men.

He was not bound. No one led him by the arm. He got out of the carriage as if he were a free man.

We all move on from history to chance, sorrow to sorrow, hope to hope, joy to joy. Read the book of fiction on the theme. its title is FROM HISTORY TO CHANCE

The greatest wealth is to live content with little.

When stupidity reaches its highest level, we act rubbish knowingly

But then, maybe “I don’t believe in you” is the cruelest way to kill a monster.

Little Red Riding Hood was my first love. I felt that if I could have married Little Red Riding Hood, I should have known perfect bliss.

May we Americans all live up to our glorious heritage.

There are two things every woman really wants: one, she wants to know that a man really loves her, and two, that he isn't going to stop.

There are certain times when a painting accelerates beyond you, and you have to try and understand and catch up with it.

A thin grey fog hung over the city, and the streets were very cold; for summer was in England.

Los Angeles is a sophisticated city; it has no eccentricities and no heart.