I Like Men To Behave Like Men.

I Always Believe Things Are Going To Work Out.

All My Life, I Will Continue Obstinately To Write About Love, Solitude And Passion Among The Kind Of People I Know. The Rest Don't Interest Me.

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.

Curiosity Is The Beginning Of Wisdom.

It Seems To Me That There Are Two Kinds Of Trickery: The "fronts" People Assume Before One Another's Eyes, And The "front" A Writer Puts On The Face Of Reality.