Most of [her ashes] fell into the river in a long gray curtain. But some was caught by the wind and blown upward toward the blue spring sky where it swirled a moment in the...

Reticence was clearly a national characteristic, even if the other person spoke French.

… you’ll have to fall in love at least once in your life, or Paris has failed to rub off on you.

It looks like a funeral parlour in here. Am I dead?

… she was a pudding of immaturity and precocious wisdom that had not yet set into a stable mold.

88.People wonder why so many writers come to live in Paris. I’ve been living ten years in Paris and the answer seems simple to me: because it’s the best place to pick ideas. Just like...

I Will Follow AnyoneAnd Ask EveryoneTo Stand Together As One Civilisation Against Terrorism