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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 moveable feast.
By that time we liked each other very much and I had already learned that everything I did not understand probably had something to it.
although I thought that I had lived in a world as it was and there were all kinds of people in it and I tried to understand them, although some of them I could not like and some I still hated.
if the day was bright, I would buy a liter of wine and a piece of bread and some sausage and sit in the sun and read one of the books I had bought and watch the fishing.
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 limiters of happiness except for the very few that were as good as spring itself.
The one who is doing his work and getting satisfaction from it is not the one the poverty bothers.
She had the lovely high cheek-bones for arrogance.
We should live in this time now and have every minute of it.”
By then I knew that everything good and bad left an emptiness when it stopped. But if it was bad, the emptiness filled up by itself. If it was good you could only fill it by finding something better.
They say the seeds of what we will do are in all of us, but it always seemed to me that in those who make jokes in life the seeds are covered with better soil and with a higher grade of manure.
When you cannot make friends any more in your head is the worst. But it was more complicated than that.
“Never to go on trips with anyone you do not love.”
That every day should be a fiesta seemed to me a marvelous discovery.
