"Pe atunci, ziceam că Parisul e minunea minunilor, și așa și era. La urma urmei, noi l-am inventat. Noi l-am creat, cu dorurile noastre, cu țigările și romul St. James; l-am plăsmuit din fum și conversații deștepte, crude, și vai de cei care ar fi spus că nu e al nostru. Împreună am făcut tot, apoi l-am desfăcut iar în bucăți."

"We knew what we had and what it meant, and though so much had happened since for both of us, there was nothing like those years in Paris, after the war. Life was painfully pure and simple and good, and I believed Ernest was his best self then. I got the very best of him. We got the best of each other."

"You have to digest life. You have to chew it up and love it all through."

"When he craved contact, he stopped in to visit the Cézannes and Monets at the Musée du Luxembourg, believing they had already done what he was striving for—distilling places and people and objects to their essential qualities."