Goddammit! How does the world keep spinning with women on the planet?”Ian St. John in THE POMPEII SCROLL

As an artist, a man has no home in Europe save in Paris.

The street sprinkler went past and, as its rasping rotary broom spread water over the tarmac, half the pavement looked as if it had been painted with a dark stain. A big yellow dog had...

Hem, you know I don’t think that owner’s wife where you live likes me. She wouldn’t let me wait upstairs for you.”I’ll tell her,’ I said.’Don’t bother. I can always wait here. It’s very pleasant...

Had you but seen it, I promise you, your high-minded principles would have melted like candle wax. Never would you have wished such beauty away.

If the king had given me for my ownParis, his citadel,And I for that must leave aloneHer whom I love so well,I’d say then to the CrownTake back your glittering townMy darling is more fair,...

If you ask the great city, ‘Who is this person?,’ she will answer, ‘He is my child.

Good Americans, when they die, go to Paris.

Se pasó todo el trayecto pensativo, contemplando la noche por la ventanilla…Se había enamorado.

Let’s just go in and enjoy ourselves,’ Yvonne had said after a long moment when the Hitchens family had silently reviewed the menu—actually of the prices not the courses—outside a restaurant on our first and...

Parisians take their work quite seriously, but they take their enjoyment of the little moments just as seriously. Sometimes sitting in a café with close friends or family and enjoying a shared plate of macarons...

We had bought a kilo of cherries and we were eating them as we walked along. We were both insufferably childish and high-spirited that afternoon and th spectacle we presented, two grown men, jostling each...

No. Only want Sienna. My female. Mine.

I like The Eiffel Tower because it looks like steel and lace.

How can you be kissing at a time like this? Have you no respect for the dead?

You can’t ever get too much of Paris.

‘Stop! It is here the Empire of Death.

The mind, stretched to new dimensions by images, thoughts and ideas, can never return to its former shape.

Tis true what Hemingway says–if we’re lucky enough to live our dreams in youth, as Ernest Hemingway did in 1920’s Paris and I did with the Beat poets, then youth’s dreams become a moveable feast...

Wanting simple things with tangled hearts.

I’ve lived in Jacksonville for—not sure, I get Jacksonville and Paris mixed up. I’ve never been to Paris.

London is a riddle. Paris is an explanation.

Bom ou mau, aquilo que sai da Paris é Paris, seja uma carta, um pedaço de pão, um par de sapatos ou um poema.

Planning is for the world’s great cities, for Paris, London, and Rome, for cities dedicated, at some level, to culture. Detroit, on the other hand, was an American city and therefore dedicated to money, and...

Parigi non è una città, è l’immagine, il segno, il simbolo della Francia, il suo presente e il suo passato, l’immagine della sua storia, della sua geografia, della sua più recondita essenza. E’ una città...

If you were in paris your food might as well glitter.

Friendships outlive marriages and family. Friendships can make a life wonderful or wasted, worth sacrificing or worth saving. In the Paris-based 7-book Apricot Tree House Mystery Series, Jamie Litton and Ben Foulof choose to save...

I guess it goes to show that you just never know where life will take you. You search for answers. You wonder what it all means. You stumble, and you soar. And, if you’re lucky,...

I always love going to Paris, and now I feel like I know it really well.

Paris n’est pas une ville, c’est un pays.

Majestatis naturæ by ingenium (Genius equal to the majesty of nature.)[Inscribed ordered by King Louis XV for the base of a statue of Buffon placed at Muséum National d’Histoire Naturelle de Paris.]

The blue-backed notebooks, the two pencils and the pencil sharpener (a pocket knife was too wasteful) the marble-topped tables, the smell of early morning, sweeping out and mopping, and luck were all you needed. For...

I like Paris. My problem is I don’t like Parisians.”

I never rebel so much against France as not to regard Paris with a friendly eye; she has had my heart since my childhood…. I love her tenderly, even to her warts and her spots....

Admirable, however, as the Paris of the present day appears to you, build up and put together again in imagination the Paris of the fifteenth century; look at the light through that surprising host of...

Paris’s neighborhoods, the arrondissements, are organized like a twist. They spiral from the river like toilet water flushing in reverse and erupting out of the bowl – a corkscrew or what have you, a flattened...

Me dieron ganas de cogerle la mano o el brazo mientras él miraba toda esa belleza babeando, como un pobre chucho flaco ante un hueso súper jugoso pero fuera de su alcance, y decirle bajito:Volveremos…...

Paris is the only city in the world where starving to death is still considered an art.

At Ungaro, I discovered the flou and the language of Paris.

Well,’ I said, ‘Paris is old, is many centuries. You feel, in Paris, all the time gone by. That isn’t what you feel in New York — ’He was smiling. I stopped.‘What do you feel...

I’ve seen you, beauty, and you belong to me now, whoever you are waiting for and if I never see you again, I thought. You belong to me and all Paris belongs to me and...

Paradoxically, the freedom of Paris is associated with a persistent belief that nothing ever changes. Paris, they say, is the city that changes least. After an absence of twenty or thirty years, one still recognizes...

And I had just kissed my ex-girlfriend, who had cried, while my current girlfriend was in jail. So far, it had not been my best day.

Maybe I shouldn’t scare off my date so quickly by shooting guns and telling stories about vomit, but, hey, the sooner he knows the real me, the better.

The directness of her question throws me. “I don’t know. Sometimes I think there are only so many opportunities…to get together with someone. And we’ve both screwed up so many times”- my voice grows quiet...

The veneer of civilization fell away to reveal desperate animals, humanity at their worst.