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Below Les Avants there was a chalet where the pension was wonderful and where we would be together and have our books and at night be warm in bed toge...more

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When I am working on a book or a story, I write every morning as soon after first light as possible. There is no one to disturb you, and it is cool or...more

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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 b...more

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The only thing that could spoil a day was people and if you could keep from making engagements, each day had no limits. People were always the limiter...more

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I knew how severe I had been and how bad things had been. The one who is doing his work and getting satisfaction from it is not the one who poverty bo...more

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To have come on all this new world of writing, with time to read in a city like Paris where there was a way of living well and working, no matter how ...more

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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 a...more

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I would walk along the quais when I had finished work or when I was trying to think something out. It was easier to think if I was walking and doing s...more

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For luck you carried a horse chestnut and a rabbit’s foot in your right pocket. The fur had been worn off the rabbit’s foot long ago and the bones and...more

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If you are lucky enough to have lived in Paris as a young man, then wherever you go for the rest of your life, it stays with you, for Paris is a movea...more

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If I walked down by different streets to the Jardin du Luxembourg in the afternoon I could walk through the gardens and then go to the Musée du Luxemb...more

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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 bothe...more

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My wife and I had called on Miss Stein, and she and the friend who lived with her had been very cordial and friendly and we had loved the big studio w...more

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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 mor...more

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But Paris was a very old city and we were young and nothing was simple there, not even poverty, nor sudden money, nor the moonlight, nor right and wro...more