The Happiness Of Others Is Never Bearable

The Questions I Would Have Liked To Ask People Were: ‘are You In Love? What Are You Reading?

Jazz Music Is An Intensified Feeling Of Nonchalance.

No One Ever Has Time To Examine Himself Honestly, And Most People Look No Further Than Their Neighbors' Eyes, In Which They May See Their Own Reflection.

There Are Moments When You Feel Trapped, Ill At Ease. A Year Later The Same Feeling Can Turn Out To Be The Theme Of A Book.

There Is No Such Thing As An Ideal Man. The Ideal Man Is The Man You Love At The Moment.