The real nature of the present revealed itself: it was what exists, all that was not present did not exist. - Jean-Paul Sartre

Arriving in Paris, many English and Americans are surprised to find us less thin than they imagined. They have seen the elegant dresses that appear to be new, the suits which, from afar, still seem fashionable; rarely have they encountered that paleness of face, that bodily decline that normally signifies starvation. Their solicitude, since it has been deceived, turns to rancor: I believe that they are dismayed not to find us conforming to the pathetic image they had formed of us in advance.

Admit it, it is your youth that you regret, more even than your crime; it is my youth you hate, even more than my innocence.

A man rarely feels like laughing alone.