I Did Not Find Him Absurd. I

I Have Loved To The Point Of Madness; That Which Is Called Madness, That Which To Me, Is The Only Sensible Way To Love.

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.

The Happiness Of People Who Are In Love And Who Are Loved Shows In Their Faces. They Have An Expression That's At Once Very Far Away And Very Much Part Of The Present.

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

Every Time I See A Film About Joan Of Arc I'm Convinced She'll Get Away With It. It's The Only Way To Get Through Life.