Pastoral Resources

The art galleries of Paris contain the finest collection of frames I ever saw.

The dark outside world of Paris under German occupation exerted a strong containing pressure.

It is this research into pure painting that is the problem at the present moment. I do not know any painters in Paris who are really searching for this ideal world.

I'm an adaptable nomad. I love Paris, I've been living in Los Angeles and New York since 1990. I love London, too. My roots are inside of me.

The boarding-school experience in Paris was very hard, I didn't put up with it very well. I was sick all the time, or in any case frail, on the edge of a nervous breakdown.

I liked Berkeley tremendously, Berkeley was a very leftist campus. I came to love that city as much as I love Paris or the south of France or New York.

Well we really meant you to visit Paris in May, but the rhythm required two syllables.

I wouldn't attach too much importance to these student riots. I remember when I was a student at the Sorbonne in Paris, I used to go out and riot occasionally.

We had maybe the greatest success of any company that I know of in Paris, and after two or three years I wanted to do this same number that we did for PBS, so we did it and Paris had always considered us their darlings.

Look at the Paris Commune. That was the Dictatorship of the Proletariat.

I was born in Paris, and I haven't moved, except until now - I live in the suburbs and I hate it.

I'd love to follow the Tour de France one day. It's a really exciting spectacle. I've only seen it once as it was coming into Paris and that was very exciting for me. I have memories of that.

So I left with Jean Claude and went to Paris, so when the Russians came to Prague, I was in Paris.

I was born in Paris in 1950. I had a strict upper-class Catholic education but I never really fitted in the system and revolted against it quite early.

The production of obscurity in Paris compares to the production of motor cars in Detroit in the great period of American industry.

I was in Paris at an English-language bookstore. I picked up a volume of Dickinson's poetry. I came back to my hotel, read 2,000 of her poems and immediately began composing in my head. I wrote down the melodies even before I got to a piano.

It was so quiet that morning in Paris that the heels of my two companions and myself were loud on the deserted pavements. It was a city of shuttered shops, and barred windows, and deserted avenues.

All I wanted was to connect my moods with those of Paris. Beauty paints and when it painted most, I shot.

Paris is a wonderful city. I can't say I belong to an especially anglophone community.

April in Paris, chestnuts in blossom, holiday tables under the trees.