“Of all the women in the world the Parisian woman is the best to look at. When one knows her one discovers that she is not quite so different from other women as one would suppose from the way that she does her hair.”

“The Parisian is of all men the most sophisticated. Paris is a city of realists, unaffected by sentimentality; a city of industry and thrift; a city of irony, but rarely of laughter, of wit but never or humour, of superficial intolerance and yet of people who regard the rest of the world with more or less amiable contempt.”

“Every man's Paris is his own, with its own characteristics, and is in some respects at least unlike the Paris of any one else.”

“I have met ghosts who attract me, and, following my habit in the material world, I have avoided the ghosts that bore me.”

“All cities have a certain fascination that is lost with too intimate a knowledge.”

“Sometimes the right decision isn’t always the easiest one,” she says as she pulls the towel from the shower curtain rod, wraps it around herself and secures it.“Sometimes what’s right isn’t so easy to see,” he responds.”

“At least I understand her. At least I am willing to give her what she needs.”“You’re willing to give her what she wants. That’s not the same thing. I’m not afraid to push her where she needs to be.”“Perhaps you push too hard.”“Did she say that?”Asmoday flashes a white smile. “She does not have to.”