Paris is a part of my life

Top hats in Paris and London were paid for with genocide along the Great Lakes of the wilderness

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

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’d rather sit in bed and watch TV. All of my ex-boyfriends, of course, not Paris, would be like, ‘What’s the problem? You’re so not sexual.

Barbie is my fashion icon. People think I’m Paris Barbie – and it’s a compliment.

When Paris has to pee, Paris has to pee!

Unknown in Paris, I was lost in the great city, but the feeling of living there alone, taking care of myself without any aid, did not at all depress me. If sometimes I felt lonesome, my usual state of mind was one of calm and great moral satisfaction.

Paris is always a good idea.

I am working in Paris . I cannot for a single day get the thought out of my head that there probably exists something essential, some immutable reality, and now that I have lost everything else (thank God, it gets lost all on its own) I am trying to preserve this and, what is more, not to be content. In a word: I am working.