"I've seen you, beauty, and you belong to me now, whoever you are waiting for and if I never see you again, I thought. You belong to me and all Paris belongs to me and I belong to this notebook and this pencil." - p. 13. A Moveable Feast, Hemingway
"Do not worry. 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." - p. 20. A Moveable Feast, Hemingway
"With so many trees in the city, you could see the spring coming each day until a night of warm wind would bring it suddenly in one morning. Sometimes the heavy cold rains would beat it back so that it would seem that it would never come and that you were losing a season out of your life. This was the only true sad time in Paris because it was unnatural. You expected to be sad in the fall. Part of you died each year when the leaves fell from the trees and their branches were bare against the wind and the cold, wintry light. But you knew there would always be spring, as you knew the rivers would flow again after it was frozen. When the cold rains kept on and killed the spring, it was as if a young person had died for no reason. I n those days, though, the spring always came finally but it was frightening that it had nearly failed." - p.48 A Moveable Feast, Hemingway
"But Paris was a very old city and we were young and nothing was simple, not even poverty, nor sudden money, nor the moonlight, nor right and wrong nor the breathing of someone who lay beside you in the moonlight." - p.58 A Moveable Feast, Hemingway
