At Night, Time Becomes A Calm Sea.

I Always Believe Things Are Going To Work Out.

I Was Thinking That I Should Be Content To Kiss Him Until The Break Of Day. Bertrand Ran Out Of Kisses Too Soon; Desire Made Them Superfluous In His Eyes. They Were Only A Stage On The Road To Pleasure, Not Something Inexhaustible And Self-sufficient, As Luc Had Revealed Them To Me.

Illness Is The Opposite Of Freedom. It Makes Everything Impossible.

Art Must Take Reality By Surprise.

I Had A Strong Desire To Write And Some Free Time.