Ernest Hemingway.  “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.”

 

Albert Camus. “Autumn is a second spring when every leaf is a flower.”

 

Simone de Beauvoir. “I am too intelligent, too demanding, and too resourceful for anyone to be able to take charge of me entirely. No one knows me or loves me completely. I have only myself.”

 

Jean Paul Sartre. “If you’re lonely when you’re alone, you’re in bad company.”

 

Patrick Modiano. ” It was in the days when theater companies toured not just France, Switzerland, and Belgium, but also North Africa. I was ten years old. My mother had gone on the road for a play, and my brother and I were living with friends of hers, just outside of Paris.”

 

Edith Piaf. “La Vie en rose.”

 

Jacques Brel is alive and well and living in Paris. “If Only We Have Love.”

 

Samuel Beckett lived in Paris and wrote in French. Waiting for Godot, Endgame, and Happy Days. “We are all born mad. Some remain so.”

 

Henry Miller. Tropic of Cancer. “I need to be alone. I need to ponder my shame and my despair in seclusion; I need the sunshine and the paving stones of the streets without companions, without conversation, face to face with myself, with only the music of my heart for company.”

 

Charles Dickens. A Tale of Two Cities. “It is a far, far better thing I do, than I have ever done; it is a far, far better rest I go to than I have ever known.”