One Cannot Choose What He Writes -

In Bed My Real Love Has Always Been The Sleep That Rescued Me By Allowing Me To Dream.

There Is Someone Who Is Living My Life. And I Know Nothing About Him.

We Think We Understand Each Other, But We Never Really Do.

One Cannot Choose What He Writes - One Can Only Choose To Face It.

When A Character Is Born, He Acquires At Once Such An Independence, Even Of His Own Author, That He Can Be Imagined By Everybody Even In Many Other Situations Where The Author Never Dreamed Of Placing Him; And So He Acquires For Himself A Meaning Which The Author Never Thought Of Giving Him.