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These people made it a comfortable café since they were all interested in each other and in their drinks or coffees, or infusions, and in the papers and periodicals which were fastened to rods, and no one was on exhibition.

All I must do now was to stay sound and good in my head until morning when I would start to work again.

That was a new and fine thing that I knew little about. It came to be a big part of our lives later.

‘Memory is hunger.’ Hadley Richardson. For me, this line gives a sense of longing for the good experiences of the past to return, and a sense of realising the importance of creating new experiences, and that they don’t have to cost a lot of money. Experiences are the thing that bring richness and privilege to our lives. I needed to be reminded of that.

This was the only true sad time in Paris because it was unnatural. You expected to be sad in the fall. Part of you died each year when the leaves fell from the trees and the branches were bare against the wind and the cold, wintry light. But you knew there would always be the spring, as you knew the river would flow again after it was frozen.

I love stories that remind me that the long-lasting memories that live on in our hearts and minds are often the memories of acts of generosity and kindness, happiness and the simple things and times in our lives.

“and I thought, I will do my best to serve her and see she gets justice for the good work she has done, as long as I can, so help me God and Mike Ney. But to hell with her lost-generation talk and all the dirty, easy labels.”