To have come on all this new world of writing$$$ with time to read in a city like Paris where there was a way of living well and working$$$ no matter how poor you were$$$ was like having a great treasure given to you.

Creation's probably overrated. After all$$$ God made the world in only six days and rested on the seventh.

In those days$$$ there was no money to buy books.

In those days we did not trust anyone who had not been in the war$$$ but we did notcompletely trust anyone.

The people that I liked and had not met went to the big cafes because they were lost in them and no one noticed them and they could be alone in them and be together.

I would walk along the quais when I had finished work or when I was trying to think something out. It was easier to think if I was walking and doing something or seeing people doing something that they understood.

You have always written before and you will write now. All you have to do is write one true sentence. Write the truest sentence that you know

Since I had started to break down all my writing and get rid of all facility and try to make instead of describe$$$ writing had been wonderful to do.

I belong to this notebook and this pencil.

I had never known any man to die while speaking in terza-rima