“Every time I look down on this timeless townWhether blue or gray be her skies.Whether loud be her cheers or soft be her tears,More and more do I realize:I love Paris in the springtime.I love Paris in the fall.I love Paris in the winter when it drizzles,I love Paris in the summer when it sizzles.I love Paris every moment,Every moment of the year.I love Paris, why, oh why do I love Paris?Because my love is near.”
“I love Paris in the summer, when it sizzles.”
“I don't think that anyone outside Paris can understand love and murder as we do.But Emile loves Paris, and loving Paris is a murderous education. ("Anthropology: What Is Lost In Rotation")”
“When we came back to Paris it was clear and cold and lovely.”
“... Paris was a city of love for unimaginative folks.”
“Why Paris? Paris needs no reason. Paris is its own reason.”