The Questions I Would Have

The Happiness Of Others Is Never Bearable For Very Long.

Life Has Confirmed For Me The Thoughts And Impressions I Had When I Was 18, As If It Was All Intuition.

I Was Thinking That I Should Be Content To Kiss Him Until The Break Of Day. Bertrand Ran Out Of Kisses Too Soon; Desire Made Them Superfluous In His Eyes. They Were Only A Stage On The Road To Pleasure, Not Something Inexhaustible And Self-sufficient, As Luc Had Revealed Them To Me.

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.

It Is Healthier To See The Good Points Of Others Than To Analyze Our Own Bad Ones.