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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.

In Love, As In Finance, Only The Rich Can Get Credit.

No One Talks About Money More Than People Who Have Too Much Of It.

He Refused Categorically All Ideas Of Fidelity Or Serious Commitments. He Explained That They Were Arbitrary And Sterile. From Anyone Else Such Views Would Have Shocked Me, But I Knew That In His Case They Did Not Exclude Tenderness And Devotion - Feelings Which Came All The More Easily To Him Since He Was Determined That They Should Be Transient.

He Lifted Me Up And Held Me Close Against Him, My Head On His Shoulder. At That Moment I Loved Him. In The Morning Light He Was As Golden, As Soft, As Gentle As Myself, And He Would Protect Me.