Tropic of Cancer quotes

I am living at the Villa Borghese. There is not a crumb of dirt anywhere, nor a chair misplaced. We are all alone here and we are dead.

Paris is like a whore. From a distance she seems ravishing, you can't wait until you have her in your arms. And five minutes later you feel empty, disgusted with yourself. You feel tricked.

I have made a silent compact with myself not to change a line of what I write. I am not interested in perfecting my thoughts, nor my actions.

It is not difficult to be alone if you are poor and a failure. An artist is always alone — if he is an artist. No, what the artist needs is loneliness. The artist, I call myself. So be it.

The sun is setting. I feel this river flowing through me — its past, its ancient soil, the changing climate. The hills gently girdle it about: its course is fixed.

Paris! Meaning the Café Select, the Dôme, the Flea Market, the American Express.

The three of us used to meet regularly on the terrasse of the Rotonde before going to dinner.

Notre-Dame rises tomb-like from the water.

The Place St. Sulpice, so quiet and deserted…

And it was down the Rue Bonaparte that only a year before Mona and I used to walk every night…

…walking through the Jardin des Tuileries…

…the Eiffel Tower is fizzing champagne…

We walk down the Rue du Chateau, looking for Eugene.