‘Men – not just babies like you, but old men, too – they always nee a woman to tell them the truth.’

She seems, like most of the women down here, to have gone into mourning directly the last child moved out of childhood.

But I knew I could not open the door, I knew it was too late; soon it was too late to do anything but moan.

I ached abruptly, intolerably, with a longing to go home; […] But home, home across the ocean, to things and people I knew and understood;...

He looked at me and I saw in his face again something which I have fleetingly seen there during these hours: under his beauty and...

‘Somebody’, said Jacques, ‘your father or mine, should have told us that not many people have ever died of love. But multitudes have perished, and...

‘I’m sorry. But I think, since you bring it up, that a lot of your life is despicable’. ‘I could say the same about yours’,...

Behind the counter sat one of those absolutely inimitable and indomitable ladies, produced only in the city of Paris, but produced there in great numbers,...

“I guess people wait in order to make sure of what they feel.” “In order to make sure!” […] “And when you have waited –...

Ah! I am told, that New York is very beautiful. Is it more beautiful than Paris? […NY] It’s very – twenthieth century. […] Paris is old,...