“You can be anywhere in the world ... under confetti, under bombs, in cellar or stratosphere, prison or embassy, on the equator in Trondhjem, you'll never go wrong, you'll get a direct response ... all they want of you is that famous Parisian vagina! la Parisienne! your man sees himself wedged between her thighs in epileptic bliss, full nuptial flight, inundating the barisienne with his enthusiasm ...”
“Cloaks are nice. You can wear a cloak and have nothing on under it at all. And you can go anywhere you want like that!”
“I want to... go everywhere, see everything. I want to go with you anywhere you'll take me... and I want you to want to take me with you.”
“If you don't keep moving, you'll never get anywhere.”
“I want to be like him. He's never hung-up, he goes every direction, he lets it all out, he knows time, he has nothing to do but rock back and forth. Man, he's the end! You see, if you go like him all the time you'll finally get it.”
“If you only focus on the things you leave behind, you'll never go anywhere.”