"A Moveable Feast" Quotes

You belong to me and all Paris belongs to me and I belong to this notebook and this pencil.

But this is how Paris was in the early days when we were very poor and very happy.

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.

If you are lucky enough to have lived in Paris as a young man, then wherever you go for the rest of your life, it stays with you, for Paris is a moveable feast.

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.

There is never any ending to Paris and the memory of each person who has lived in it differs from that of any other.

I wished I had died before I loved anyone but her.

When spring came, even the false spring, there were no problems except where to be happiest.

Hunger is good discipline and you learn from it.

But Paris was a very old city and we were young and nothing was simple there, 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.