Love lasts about seven years. That’s how long it takes for the cells of the body to totally replace themselves.
I have loved to the point of madness; that which is called madness, that which to me, is the only sensible way to love.
Money may not buy happiness, but I’d rather cry in a Jaguar than on a bus.
For this was the round of love: fear which leads on desire, tenderness and fury, and that brutal anguish which triumphantly follows pleasure.
I shall live badly if I do not write, and I shall write badly if I do not live.
Whisky, gambling and Ferraris are better than housework.
Nicole had put on weight. This is the effect which, in three cases out of four, unhappiness has upon women. The process of eating guarantees at least the health of the body.
I like men to behave like men. I like them strong and childish.
There is a certain kind of stupidity reserved for women’s dealings with men.
He was stabbed by memory, that tyrant which impinges upon our dreams and leaps at out throat as soon as we awaken.
We make our own symbols, after the event has passed and begun to spoil.
Nothing becomes some women more than the prick of ambition. Love, on the contrary, may make them very dull.
Writing takes a pen, a sheet of paper and, to start with, just the shadow of an idea.
We are born crying, and for good reason,’ he reflected. ‘And the rest of our lives is bound to be a muted reiteration of that cry.
He was in that stage of love–and of liquor–where one is completely taken up with oneself, and can get along very well without the other party.
She said she didn’t love him, and he said it didn’t matter, and the poverty of their words brought tears to their eyes.