In Love, As In Finance, Only The

One Can Never Speak Enough Of The Virtues, The Dangers, The Power Of Shared Laughter.

There Is A Certain Age When A Woman Must Be Beautiful To Be Loved, And Then There Comes A Time When She Must Be Loved To Be Beautiful.

For This Was The Round Of Love: Fear Which Leads On Desire, Tenderness And Fury, And That Brutal Anguish Which Triumphantly Follows Pleasure.

I Dreamt Of Being A Writer Once I Started To Read. I Started To Write 'bonjour Tristesse' In Bistros Around The Sorbonne. I Finished It, I Sent It To Editors. It Was Accepted.

For What Are We Looking For If Not To Please? I Do Not Know If The Desire To Attract Others Comes From A Superabundance Of Vitality, Possessiveness, Or The Hidden, Unspoken Need To Be Reassured.