Love Is Worth Whatever It Costs.

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

The Happiness Of Others Is Never Bearable For Very Long.

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.

Marriage? It's Like Asparagus Eaten With Vinaigrette Or Hollandaise, A Matter Of Taste But Of No Importance.

For Me Writing Is A Question Of Finding A Certain Rhythm. I Compare It To The Rhythms Of Jazz.