A Paris trinket

..finished reading 'A Moveable Feast' for the second time - the first being in High School.

"What did I know best that I had not written about and lost? What did I know about truly and care for the most? There was no choice at all. There was only the choice of streets to take you back fastest to where you worked. It went up Bonaparte to Guynemer, then to the rue d'Assas, up the rue Notre-Dame-des-Champs to the Closerie des Lilas."

"...try to make instead of describe..."

"Watching her face you could see her mind leave the table and go to the night's party and return with her eyes blank as a cat's and then pleased, and the pleasure would show along the thin line of her lips and then be gone. Scott was being the good cheerful host, and Zelda looked at him and she smiled happily with her eyes, and her mouth too, as he drank the wine. I learned to know that smile very well. It meant she knew that Scott would not be able to write."

"During our last year in the mountains new people came deep into our lives and nothing was ever the same again. The winter of the avalanches was like a happy and innocent winter in childhood compared to the next winter, a nightmare winter disguised as the greatest fun of all, and the murderous summer that was to follow. It was the year that the rich showed up."

( ...and more )